Part 4 (1/2)

Metal clanked. Those who held him dropped him. He fell three or four feet onto soft sand. There was a clanging of metal above his head.

Then a human voice said sardonically, ”Welcome to our city! Where'd they catch you?”

Lockley said, ”Up on a mountainside, trying to see what they were doing. Will you get me loose, please?”

Hands worked on the cord that bound his arms close to his body. They loosened. He removed the blindfold.

He was in a metal-walled and metal-ceilinged vault, perhaps eight feet wide and the same in height, and perhaps twelve feet long. It had a floor of sand. Some small amount of light came in through the circular hole he'd been dropped through, despite a cover on it. There were three men already in confinement here. They wore clothing appropriate to workmen from the construction camp. There was a tall lean man, and a broad man with a moustache, and a chunky man. The chunky man had spoken.

”Did you see any of 'em?” he demanded now.

Lockley shook his head. The three looked at each other and nodded.

Lockley saw that they hadn't been imprisoned long. The sand floor was marked but not wholly formed into footprints, as it would have been had they moved restlessly about. Mostly, it appeared, they'd simply sat on the sand floor.

”We didn't see 'em either,” said the chunky man. ”There was a h.e.l.l of a explosion over at the lake this mornin'. We piled in a car--my car--and came over to see what'd happened. Then something hit us. All of us. Lights. Noise. A G.o.dawful stink. A feeling all over like an electric shock that paralyzed us. We came to blindfolded and tied.

They brought us here. That's our story so far. What's happened to you--and what really happened to us?”

”I'm not sure,” said Lockley.

He hesitated. Then he told them about Vale, and what he'd reported.

They'd had no explanation at all of what had happened to them. They seemed relieved to be informed, though the information was hardly heartening.

”Critters from Mars, eh?” said the moustached man. ”I guess we'd act the same way if we was to get to Mars. They got to figure out some way to talk to who lives here. I guess that makes us it--unless we can figure out something better.”

Lockley, by temperament, tended to antic.i.p.ate worse things in the future than had come in the past. The suggestion that the occupants of the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p had captured men to learn how to communicate with them seemed highly optimistic. He realized that he didn't believe it. It seemed extremely unlikely that the invaders from s.p.a.ce were entirely ignorant of humanity. The choice of Boulder Lake as a landing place, for example, could not have been made from s.p.a.ce. If there was need for deep water to land in--which seemed highly probable--then it would have been simple good sense to descend in the ocean. The s.h.i.+p could submerge, and it could move about in the lake. Vale had said so. Such a s.h.i.+p would almost inevitably choose deep water in the ocean for a landing place. To land in a crater lake--one of possibly two or three on an entire continent suitable for their use--indicated that they had information in advance. Detailed information. It practically shouted of a knowledge of at least one human language, by which information about Crater Lake could have been obtained. Whoever or whatever made use of the lake was no stranger to earth!

Yes.... They'd needed a deep-water landing and they knew that Boulder Lake would do. They probably knew very much more. But if they didn't know that Jill waited for him where the trail toward his ditched car began, then there was no reason to let them overhear the information.

”I was part of a team making some base line measurements,” said Lockley, ”when this business started. I began to check my instruments with a man named Vale.”

He told exactly, for the second time, what Vale said about the thing from the sky and the creatures who came out of it. Then he told what he'd done. But he omitted all reference to Jill. His coming to the lake he ascribed to incredulity. Also, he did not mention meeting the fleeing population of the construction camp. When his story was finished he sounded like a man who'd done a very foolhardy thing, but he didn't sound like a man with a girl on his mind.

The broad man with the moustache asked a question or two. The tall man asked others. Lockley asked many.

The answers were frustrating. They hadn't seen their captors at all.

They'd heard squeaks when they were being brought to this place, and the squeaks were obviously language, but no human one. They'd been bound as well as blindfolded. They hadn't been offered food since their capture, nor water. It seemed as if they'd been seized and put into this metal compartment to wait for some use of them by their captors.

”Maybe they want to teach us to talk,” said the moustached man, ”or maybe they're goin' to carve us up to see what makes us tick. Or maybe,” he grimaced, ”maybe they want to know if we're good to eat.”

The chunky man said, ”Why'd they blindfold us?”

Lockley had begun to have a very grim suspicion about this. It came out of the realization of how remarkable it was that a s.h.i.+p designed to be navigable in deep water should have landed in a deep crater lake. He said, ”Vale said at first that they weren't human, though they were only specks in his binoculars. Later, when he saw them close, he didn't say what they look like.”

”Must be pretty weird,” said the tall man.

”Maybe,” said the man with the moustache, attempting humor, ”maybe they didn't want us to see them because we'd be scared. Or maybe they didn't mean to blindfold us, but just to cover us up. Maybe they wouldn't mind us seeing them, but it hurts for them to look at us!”

Lockley said abruptly, ”This box we're in. It's made by humans.”

The moustached man said quickly, ”We figured that. It's the sh.e.l.l of a compost pit for the hotel that's goin' to be built around here.

They'll sink it in the ground and dump garbage in it, and it'll rot, and then it'll be fertilizer. These critters from s.p.a.ce are just using it to hold us. But what are they gonna do with us?”