Part 26 (1/2)

Connel and Tom opened their eyes and in the light of a small hand torch they saw two gaunt faces before them. The tallest of the men stuck out a bony hand. ”My name is Carson.” They recognized his voice as the one that had spoken first. ”And this is Bill Jensen,” he added.

”This is Tom Corbett, s.p.a.ce Cadet,” said Connel. He glanced around the room, and in the weak reflected light of the torch, saw almost fifty men crouched against the walls, each of them holding a crude weapon.

”You'll understand our caution, Major,” said Carson. ”Once before we had a plan to escape and a spy was sent in. As you see, we didn't escape.”

”Neither did the spy,” commented Jensen grimly.

”How long have you been here?” asked Connel.

”The oldest prisoner has been here for three years,” replied Carson. And as the other men began to gather around them, Connel and Tom saw that they were hardly more than walking skeletons. Their cheeks were hollow, eyes sunk in their sockets, and they wore little more than rags.

”And there's no way to escape?” asked Tom.

”Three guards with blasters are stationed on the other side of that door,” said Carson. ”There is no other entrance or exit. We tried a tunnel, but it caved in and after that they put in a wooden floor.” He stamped on it. ”Teak. Hard as steel. We couldn't cut through.”

”But why are you being held prisoners?” asked Connel.

”All of us joined the Nationalists believing it was just a sort of good-neighbor club, where we could get together and exchange ideas for our own improvement. And when we found out what Lactu and the Division Chiefs were really up to, we tried to quit. As you see, we couldn't. We knew too much.”

”Blasted rebels!” muttered Connel. ”The Solar Guard will cool them off!”

”I'm afraid it's too late,” said Carson. ”They're preparing to strike now. I've been expecting it for some time. They have enough s.h.i.+ps and arms to wipe out the entire Solar Guard garrison here on Venus in one attack!” He shook his head. ”After that, with Solar Guard s.h.i.+ps and complete control of the planet--” He paused and sighed. ”It will mean a long, b.l.o.o.d.y s.p.a.ce war.”

Tom and Connel plied the prisoners with questions and soon began to get a complete picture of the scope of the Nationalist movement.

”Lactu and his commanders should be sent to a prison asteroid for life,”

said Carson, ”for what they have done to former Nationalists.”

”Hundreds of unsuspecting Venusians have been brought here under the guise of helping to free Venus. But when they come and recognize what Lactu really intends to do, they want to quit. But it's too late, and they're sent to the caves.”

Tom looked at the gaunt man fearfully. There was something in his voice that sent a chill down his spine.

”They are driven like cattle into the canyon walls,” continued Carson.

”There they are forced to dig the huge underground vaults for storage dumps. They are beaten and whipped and starved.”

”Why aren't you in the caves then?” asked Connel.

”Some of us were,” replied Carson. ”But each of us here owns land and it is necessary to keep us alive to send back directives to our bankers and foremen to give aid in one form or another to Sharkey and the Division Chiefs.”

”I see,” said Connel. ”If you were to die, then your property would be out of their reach.”

”Exactly,” said Carson.

”Is Sharkey the real leader of the movement?”

”I don't believe so. But then, no one knows. That's the idea of the frosted helmets. If you don't know who a man is, you can liquidate him without conscience. He may be your closest friend, but you would never know it.”

”The blasted s.p.a.ce crawlers!” growled Connel. ”Well, they'll pay!”