Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction; Venus (Planet) -- Fiction
But as he said this he realized that he had omitted to bar the door
which opened toward the wall; and even as he realized this there came a
rush of many feet down the ramp which led from the wall to this door.
XXVI
THE DEBACLE
Myles drew his knife, crouched in a corner of the dark room, and
prepared to sell his life dearly. He was ready for searchers who might
come groping through the room, but he was wholly unprepared for the
sudden switching on of the electric lights. As he sprang to his feet and
rubbed his eyes, he saw before him Nan-nan and the sharpshooter whom he
had sent back to the plane to get his second radio set. Behind them in
the doorway were a score or more of Cupians.
Snatching the new set he fastened it in place, while the others waited.
Then, articulate once more, “You have come in the nick of time. How did
it happen?”
The young priest replied, “Through spies of our religion I located Oya
Buh; he rounded up a number of his followers, and we hastened hither.
The wall we found unguarded, with a rope ladder hanging down, and at its
foot six dead soldiers in black togas. We took their arms and mounted
the wall, only to be driven back by shots.”
“My shots,” Myles interjected.
“Not all,” Nan-nan replied, “for some came from the arsenal; we could
tell by the flashes. Several of our party were hit—although not by you,
so your conscience may feel clear—before we put a stop to this by
shooting out all the outside lights. Then we rushed the guardhouse, and
here we are. But where are _your_ men?”
“Dead—all dead,” the earth-man sadly replied. “Even Buh Tedn.”
Oya Buh then stepped forward and greeted his former chief.
“Yahoo, Cabot!” he cried. “May the dead rest beyond the waves. We, the
living, have work to do. Look—the sky turns pink and silver in the east!
Morning has come. What do you propose?”
“Morning means that the whistling bees will soon be upon us,” Myles
answered. “We must capture the arsenal before they arrive.”
The party then took inventory of their supplies. There were thirty-eight
rifles, forty Cupians, and Myles Cabot. One man was promptly sent to the
roof with crossed sticks. When these were recognized, thirty-eight men
under arms were marched up onto the roof as well. It was considered
advisable for Cabot himself to keep under cover. Then Oya Buh unbarred
the door and stepped out. An officer from the arsenal advanced to meet
him. The two gravely patted each other’s cheek.
The officer, whose rank was that of pootah, inquired:
“What is the idea of defying your king, professor?”
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