Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
It was a maneuver that gained us a moment's advantage; since when the
pursuing ships drove up through the vapor-masses again on my track,
it took them an instant to locate and shape their course after me. In
that instant we had moved a little from them; but now, remorselessly as
ever, they came on after us, as pursued and pursuing ships drove like
light toward the flaming western sky. On and on, on until again they
were close behind, until again their guns were beginning to thunder,
and then I repeated my former maneuver, my last resort. I dived
headlong downward again through the vapor-layer, and upward again, as
their ships drove after me. But, when I flashed up again through the
vapor-masses this time, I suddenly slowed my ship, slowed it and then
held it motionless there in mid-air, with cold of icy fear tight around
my heart in that moment! For, this time, half of the hundred pursuing
ships had not dived down after me but had flashed on ahead as I drove
down; and so, now, when I flashed up they hung before me, while the
remainder drove still toward me from behind! I was trapped at last
between their masses of ships before and behind me!
Slowing my cruiser, holding it motionless there with mechanical fingers
in that moment, I knew it to be the end. Our last moment had come.
The two masses of ships were moving toward me, from ahead and behind,
were moving toward our cruiser. Our only escape cut off, no twists or
turns now could save us; they were converging upon us, were moving
deliberately toward us from either side. Another moment, I knew, and
hundreds of heat-guns would thunder from them, hundreds of heat-shells
would send our ship downward in flaring, fusing destruction. Another
moment--
A great cry sounded beside me, and I wheeled to find Hilliard pointing
mutely upward toward a mass of long, gleaming shapes that were rushing
headlong down upon us from high above, that were diving headlong
down upon the European cruisers to east and west of us, raining a
hail of heat-shells upon them! "American ships!" My cry was echoing
Hilliard's. Great gleaming cruisers, outnumbering the hundred east
and west of us, were driving down upon those hundred with all their
heat-guns thundering! Then in the next moment, while our own cruiser
hung motionless, helpless there in mid-air, American and European
cruisers were whirling in a mad, swift battle about us, ships striking
and falling like lightning on all sides of us. And before we could
comprehend with our stunned minds what was taking place, the European
cruisers had suddenly dropped from that battle, had massed together and
were splitting the air eastward, rushing back eastward and disappearing
toward the mighty approaching armada of great air-cities and cruisers
of which they were the scouts.
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