Part 12 (1/2)

Reaching the jet car, the two men placed Roger in the back seat, and Hawks slid in under the wheel to start the powerful jets. Just then Astro, racing back from the _Polaris_, pulled up breathlessly.

”Solar Guard crew is on the way, sir,” he reported. He glanced anxiously into the back seat of the jet car.

”All right, Astro,” said Strong gently, ”take care of Roger.” Strong gestured to the back seat and without a word Astro leaped in beside his friend. Hawks stepped on the accelerator and the car shot away in a roar of blasting jets.

Tom and Captain Strong watched the car disappear and then turned back to the shack. Each felt the same emotion, an unspoken determination to see that Wallace and Simms paid dearly for causing the accident.

Re-entering the shack, they began a careful examination of the shaft.

Strong played his emergency light down the sides, but the beam penetrated only a short distance.

”We'll leave a note for the emergency crew,” said Strong. ”Our belt communicators might not work so far underground.”

”You're going down, sir?” asked Tom.

Strong nodded. ”If necessary. Tie that valve on the end of the rope Astro used and lower it into the shaft. If we can touch bottom with it, we'll climb down and see what Wallace and Simms were after.”

”Yes, sir,” said Tom. He took the length of rope, tied the heavy metal valve to the end, and began lowering it into the shaft. Strong continued to play the light down the shaft until the valve disappeared into the darkness.

”Rope's getting short, sir,” warned Tom. ”Only have about two hundred feet left.”

Strong glanced at the remaining coils of line on the floor. ”I'll get more from the _Polaris_, if we need it,” he said. ”How long was that line to begin with?”

”It's a regulation s.p.a.ce line, sir,” said Tom. ”Astro took it out of the emergency locker. It's about twelve hundred feet.”

By this time the line, hanging straight down the shaft, had become increasingly heavy. Suddenly it grew slack.

”I think I've hit bottom, sir,” cried the cadet. ”But I can't pull the valve back up again to make sure.”

Strong grabbed the end of the line and helped the cadet pull it back up a short distance. Then they dropped the line again and felt a distinct slackening of weight.

”That's bottom all right,” said Strong. ”Take this end of the line, run it out of the window on your right, and back through the one on your left. Then make it fast.”

”Yes, sir,” said Tom. He jumped out of the window, trailing the rope after him, and reappeared almost immediately through the other window to tie a loop in the line. After checking the knot and testing the line by throwing his full weight against it, Strong stripped off his jacket and wrapped it about the line to prevent rope burns. Then, hooking the emergency light on his belt, he stepped off into the shaft. Tom watched his skipper lower himself until nothing but the light, a wavering pin point in the dark hole, could be seen. At last the light stopped moving and Tom knew Strong had reached the bottom.

”Hallooooooo!” The captain's voice echoed faintly up the dark shaft.

”The belt communicators don't work!” he yelled. ”Come on down!”

”Be right with you, sir!” yelled Tom. He scratched a message on the wooden floor of the shack for the emergency crew. Then he stripped off his jacket, wrapped it around the rope, secured the light to his belt, and stepped off into the darkness.

Slowly, his hands tight around the rope through his jacket, Tom slipped down the deep shaft. He kept his eyes averted from the black hole beneath him, looking instead at the sides of the shaft. Once, when he thought he had gone about seven hundred feet, he saw that he was pa.s.sing through a stratum of thick clay and could see the preserved bones of long-dead mammals, protruding from the side of the shaft.

Finally Tom's feet touched solid ground and he released the rope. It was cold in the bottom of the shaft and he hastily put his jacket back on.

”Captain Strong?” he called. There was no answer. Tom flashed the light around and saw a low, narrow tunnel leading off to his left.

He walked slowly, and the newly dug sides of the tunnel seemed to close in on him menacingly. It was quiet. Not the blank silence of s.p.a.ce that Tom was used to, but the deathlike stillness of a tomb. It sent chills up and down his spine. Finally he stepped around a sharp bend and stopped abruptly.

”Captain Strong!”