Part 8 (1/2)
”I think I can reach him without using the motors. Here we go.”
Franklin flooded the nose tanks, and went down in a long, steep glide-a silent glide, he hoped. By this time, Percy would have learned caution and would probably run for it as soon as he knew that they were around.
The squid was cruising along the face of the canyon, and Franklin marveled that it could find any food in such a forbidding and apparently lifeless spot. Every time it expelled a jet of water from the tube of its siphon it moved forward in a distinct jerk; it seemed unaware that it was no longer alone, since it had not changed course since Franklin had first observed it.
”Two hundred feet-I'm going to switch on my lights again,” he told Don.
”He won't see you-visibility's only about eighty today.”
”Yes, but I'm still closing in-he's spotted me! Here he comes!”
Franklin had not really expected that the trick would work a second time on an animal as intelligent as Percy. But almost at once he felt the sudden thud, followed by the rasping of h.o.r.n.y claws as the great tentacles closed around the sub. Though he knew that he was perfectly safe, and that no animal could harm walls that had been built to withstand pressures of a thousand tons on every square foot, that grating, slithering sound was one calculated to give him nightmares.
Then, quite suddenly, there was silence. He heard Don exclaim, ”Christ, that stuff acts quickly! He's out cold.” Almost at once Dr. Roberts interjected anxiously: ”don't give him too much! And keep him moving so that he'll still breathe!”
Don was too busy to answer. Having carried out his role as decoy, Franklin could do nothing but watch as his partner maneuvered dexterously around the great mollusk. The anesthetic bomb had paralyzed it completely; it was slowly sinking, its tentacles stretched limply upward. Pieces of fish, some of them over a foot across, were floating away from the cruel beak as the monster disgorged its last meal.
”Can you get underneath?” Don asked hurriedly. ”He's sinking too fast for me.”
Franklin threw on the drive and went around in a tight curve. There was a soft thump, as of a snowdrift falling from a roof, and he knew that five or ten tons of gelatinous body was now draped over the sub.
”Fine-hold him there-I'm getting into position.”
Franklin was now blind, but the occasional clanks and whirs coming from the water outside told him what was happening. Presently Don said triumphantly: ”All set! We're ready to go.”
The weight lifted from the sub, and Franklin could see again. Percy had been neatly gaffed. A band of thick, elastic webbing had been fastened around his body at the narrowest part, just behind the flukes. From this harness a cable extended to Don's sub, invisible in the haze a hundred feet away. Percy was being towed through the water in his normal direction of motion-backward. Had he been conscious and actively resisting, he could have escaped easily enough, but in his present state the collar he was wearing enabled Don to handle him without difficulty. The fun would begin when he started to revive....
Franklin gave a brief eyewitness description of the scene for the benefit of his patiently waiting colleagues a mile above. It was probably being broadcast, and he hoped that Indra and Peter were listening. Then he settled down to keep an eye on Percy as the long haul back to the surface began.
They could not move at more than two knots, lest the collar lose its none-too-secure grip on the great ma.s.s of jelly it was towing. In any event, the trip back to the surface had to take at least three hours, to give Percy a fair chance of adjusting to the pressure difference. Since an air-breathing-and therefore more vulnerable-animal like a sperm whale could endure almost the same pressure change in ten or twenty minutes, this caution was probably excessive. But Dr. Roberts was taking no chances with his unprecedented catch.
They had been climbing slowly for nearly an hour, and had reached the three-thousand-foot level, when Percy showed signs of life. The two long arms, terminating in their great sucker-covered palps, began to writhe purposefully; the monstrous eyes, into which Franklin had been staring half hypnotized from a distance of no more than five feet, began to light once more with intelligence. Quite unaware that he was speaking in a breathless whisper, he swiftly reported these symptoms to Dr. Roberts.
The doctor's first reaction was a hearty sigh of relief: ”Good!” he said. ”I was afraid we might have killed him. Can you see if he's breathing properly? Is the siphon contracting?”
Franklin dropped a few feet so that he could get a better view of the fleshy tube projecting from the squid's mantle. It was opening and closing in an unsteady rhythm which seemed to be getting stronger and more regular at every beat.
”Splendid!” said Dr. Roberts. ”He's in fine shape. As soon as he starts to wriggle too hard, give him one of the small bombs. But leave it until the last possible moment.”
Franklin wondered how that moment was to be decided. Percy was now beginning to glow a beautiful blue; even with the searchlights switched off he was clearly visible. Blue, he remembered Dr. Roberts saying, was a sign of excitement in squids. In that case, it was high time he did something.
”Better let go that bomb. I think he's getting lively,” he told Don.
”Right-here it is.”
A gla.s.s bubble floated across Franklin's screen and swiftly vanished from sight.
”The d.a.m.n thing never broke!” he cried. ”Let go another one!”
”O.K.-here's number two. I hope this works; I've only got five left.”
But once again the narcotic bomb failed. This time Franklin never saw the sphere; he only knew that instead of relaxing into slumber once more Percy was becoming more active second by second. The eight short tentacles-short, that is, compared with the almost hundred-foot reach of the pair carrying the grasping palps-were now beginning to twine briskly together. He recalled Melville's phrase: ”Like a nest of anacondas.” No; somehow that did not seem to fit. It was more like a miser-a submarine Shylock-twisting his fingers together as he gloated over his wealth. In any event, it was a disconcerting sight when those fingers were a foot in diameter and were operating only two yards ”You'll just have to keep on trying,” he told Don. ”Unless we stop him soon, he'll get away.”
An instant later he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw broken shards of gla.s.s drifting by. They would have been quite invisible, surrounded as they were by water, had they not been fluorescing brilliantly under the light of his ultraviolet searchlight. But for the moment he was too relieved to wonder why he had been able to see something as proverbially elusive as a piece of broken gla.s.s in water; he only knew that Percy had suddenly relaxed again and no longer appeared to be working himself into a rage.
”What happened?” said Dr. Roberts plaintively from above.
”These confounded knockout drops of yours. Two of them didn't work. That leaves me with just four-and at the present rate of failure I'll be lucky if even one goes off.”
”I don't understand it. The mechanism worked perfectly every time we tested it in the lab.”
”Did you test it at a hundred atmospheres pressure?”
”Er-no. It didn't seem necessary.”
Don's ”Huh!” seemed to say all that was needful about biologists who tried to dabble with engineering, and there was silence on all channels for the next few minutes of slow ascent. Then Dr. Roberts, sounding a little diffident, came back to the subject.
”Since we can't rely on the bombs,” he said, ”you'd better come up more quickly. He'll revive again in about thirty minutes.”
”Right-I'll double speed. I only hope this collar doesn't slip off.”
The next twenty minutes were perfectly uneventful; then everything started to happen at once.
”He's coming around again,” said Franklin. ”I think the higher speed has waked him up.”
”I was afraid of that,” Dr. Roberts answered. ”Hold on as long as you can, and then let go a bomb. We can only pray that one one of them will work.” of them will work.”
A new voice suddenly cut into the circuit. ”Captain here. Lookout has just spotted some sperm whales about two miles away. They seem to be heading toward us; I suggest you have a look at them-we've got no horizontal search sonar on this s.h.i.+p.”
Franklin switched quickly over to the long-range scanner and picked up the echoes at once.
”Nothing to worry about,” he said. ”If they come too close, we can scare them away.” He glanced back at the TV screen ”Let go your bomb,” he told Don, ”and keep your fingers crossed.”
”I'm not betting on this,” this,” Don answered. ”Anything happen?” Don answered. ”Anything happen?”
”No; another dud. Try again.”
”That leaves three. Here goes.”
”Sorry-I can see that one. It isn't cracked.”
”Two left. Now there's only one.”
”That's a dud too. What had we better do, Doc? Risk the last one? I'm afraid Percy will slip off in a minute.”
”There's nothing else we can do,” replied Dr. Roberts, his voice now clearly showing the strain. ”Go ahead, Don.”