She nodded, suppressing a shudder at the thought of those gelatinous blobs covering her body.
“All right,” Skeel said. “You go to work on me first. Place them on my arms, shoulders and torso. But cover every inch! The more light we have, the easier we’ll get through those beasts out there.”
She went to work, biting her lip every time she touched one of the light-creatures; but before she was through, she had overcome her repugnance. Skeel was soon bathed in a brilliant white halo from the waist up.
“I think I know the secret of these things,” Skeel said as he busied himself decorating her. They must come out onto the surface when the sun is there. They store up enough light energy to last them through the dark period. Somehow they assimilate the heat energy. This is cold light.” As a finishing touch he placed some of the things in a little crown of light around her helmet.
“Now for the real test,” he pronounced grimly. “We’ll walk side by side. Don’t get nervous, Miller, and above all walk slowly, on tip-toe. If these things go out, it’s our finish!”
Like figures in a slow-motion film they moved across the cave toward the outer darkness.
IMMEDIATELY they knew it was going to be a nightmare of agony. The wall of night seemed to flutter before them and then recede. Receding with the darkness, too, were half-seen grayish shapes close to the ground. But behind and all around them the darkness closed in again. The night creatures closed in too, staying just beyond the little circle of light.
Their tentacles were long and sensitive and reached in close to the ground where the light hardly shone. One of them whipped against Skeel’s ankles, and he felt the strength of it. He heard Nadia gasp and knew the same thing had happened to her. But they didn’t stop in their slow, tip-toeing stride.
“Steady!” he warned. “Once we get outside maybe they won’t be so thick.”
In a few minutes that seemed like hours, they were outside and could see the glint of stars against a cobalt sky. They paused to rest. Their eyes were becoming used to the dark and they could see hordes of the grayish night things surging in toward them.
“Afraid I was wrong,” Skeel murmured. “They’re worse out here.”
“Just so they keep their distance,” Nadia shuddered. “If they come any closer, I—I might get panicky and run for it.”
“You’d never make it,” he warned. They moved on, careful step by step, pushing the darkness back. They made nearly half the distance before their tired muscles forced them to rest again. The surging shapes seemed to be getting bolder. Skeel could feel them all around his feet now. He had to fight the impulse to run, to kick out at them, anything to keep them away. Instead, he bent slowly, reaching out with his blazing arms. The shapes retreated momentarily.
“Afraid we’d better not rest any more,” he said. “Come on, we’ll try to make it to the cruiser this time.” They could see the dark, looming shape of it perhaps a hundred yards away. It seemed like a hundred miles.
Once his left arm bumped into her. Every light-creature on that side blinked off. In about ten seconds they came on again, as he held his arm motionless. He moved a little away, turned his head and looked at her. She was staring straight ahead. He saw her profile beneath the little halo of light around her helmet; that light enhanced every taut little muscle in her face, and Skeel suddenly realized her face was never meant to be drawn up into such a tight, grim mask. She was going along on raw nerve again. Skeel swore softly beneath his breath, marveling at her.
Strange, too, how swiftly and clearly he could think in all this nightmare slowness and blackness. He had never seen things so clearly before. Never—
His mind came back abruptly as something whipped around his ankles. His feet seemed caught in a net of lashing, spiked tentacles! Slowly, with some effort, he managed to disentangle himself. He took another step forward. His foot came down on something soft and squirmy which lashed up at him. He took a hasty step backward, lost his footing and fell prone in utter darkness as every light-button on him blinked out.
FOR a single horrified instant Nadia stood there, despite the tentacles moving around her own feet.
“Keep going!” Skeel grated from the darkness where he lay. “You can make it now, don’t mind me!”
But she didn’t move, except to lean far over in Skeel’s direction. Slowly she lowered herself, so that her entire light-glowing body almost covered his. All the buttons on her right arm blinked out as her hand touched the ground with a slight jar. She prayed that the pounding of her heart wouldn’t cause the others to go out! Tensely she propped herself there, scarcely breathing, watching the dim lashing horrors. A dozen tentacles seemed to come from one central body. At the end of each tentacle was a bulbous thing with wiry, waving antennae, and below the antennae were gaping slashes that opened and closed and might have been lips.
With sickening horror she saw some of the bulbous things pounding at Skeel’s face-plate. Others tore at his fabricoid suit. Slowly she shifted her weight, brought her left arm around and moved it toward them. The things retreated from the light slowly. Seconds later Skeel’s own light-buttons began flashing on, and he rose gingerly to his feet.
Nadia saw that his face was white. For a moment he stood quite still and stared at her. “That does it,” he muttered, but she didn’t know what he meant. Carefully now she forged her way ahead. Skeel moved too, ever more slowly, staying always behind her.
The cruiser was scarcely fifty feet ahead, and she had almost reached it. It was now or never, Skeel knew. She would gain the cruiser and blast back to Ceres Base. He had told her his story, confessed to being a killer—the killer of fourteen men! She would take that story back to Ceres Base and they would believe her. There was only one thing to do.
Her voice came to him just then. “Hurry! I think you can run and make it now!”
“No, there’s not any hurry. Not now, Miller.”
She must have detected some strange note in his voice. She looked back just as he was drawing the electro from his belt. Carefully he raised his arm in a straight line.
Skeel saw the sudden startled look on her white face, he saw her mouth open, but she did not have time to speak.
“I guess this is it, Miller! Number fifteen!” He pulled the trigger and the electro hissed its flame.
THE men at Ceres Base stood in excited little groups near the dome air-lock. Every eye was on the gigantic V-panel that reflected the tiny speck far out in space that was curving in toward them. A solo cruiser, yes—but which one? The black one the girl had used? Or would this be Skeel returning from another of his murderous missions? Every man there knew about the plot by now.
Anders stood there now, his face a picture of conflicting emotions. A thousand times he had blamed himself for allowing Nadia Miller to go out on that crazy mission! He had lived through a thousand agonies of waiting.
The dot grew larger in the Visipanel and resolved at last into the bluish-silver cruiser of the Space Patrol. Anders’ face went suddenly white, then a fever of fury burned through him. If this was Skeel— If Nadia didn’t come back—
Minutes later the blue and silver cruiser neared the dome. The lock automatically opened. It swept gracefully in, and powerful magniplates brought it to rest. A figure climbed wearily out and walked toward the men.
“Nadia!” Anders cried, and leaped forward eagerly to help her out of the space suit. “Are you all right? What about Skeel?”
She smiled at him. “Jim Skeel won’t come back.” Quickly she related the story of the caves and the light-button creatures and their perilous path through the night beasts toward the cruiser.
“Skeel was a changed man in those final minutes,” she explained. “He must have known what he was going to do—what he had to do. It was all so deliberate. I had almost reached the cruiser, not realizing he was so far behind me. I turned just in time to see him raise the weapon. He called, ‘Number fifteen!’ Then he fired.”
“Fired at you?” Anders was puzzled.
“No. I thought he meant to. But the beam didn’t come within twenty feet of me. He merely fired at random, and instantly all the light-things on him went out. Then I—I could see those horrible night beasts rushing in—from all sides—waves of them—” She buried her face in her hands, trying to shut out the memory.
“The electro-beam,” Anders said musingly. “Yes, that would do it. You fire one of those pistols, especially full power, and it sends a slight electric shock all through you. But Skeel knew that! Why did he do it? If it was to save you, now, I might understand; but you say you had already gained the ship—”
“To save me?” Nadia murmured. “No. I think it was to save himself.”
Anders still looked a little puzzled. “But what about your brother? Did Skeel confess anything?”
She looked up and her eyes were shining, but she was not crying. Within her was only
