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Updated: May 31, 2025
"They are not in the house. Only my dying mother is here. She is bedded upstairs. The doctor ordered absolute quiet. The slightest noise would be fatal." The Mercutian sneered. "We'll take a look at that dying mother of yours right now." "You mustn't," the girl panted. "She will die, I tell you." "And what does it matter to me?"
The State automobile road to Cody ran along near the railroad, and we planned to follow that up to Mantua. After a last look at our plane, which was hopelessly demolished, we started off, heading north of Garland. We had been walking along a few minutes when Mercer suddenly gripped me by the arm. I followed the direction of his glance. Another rocket was rising from the Mercutian base.
No wonder the first Mercutian expedition had broached the subject of Earth as an easy conquest when they returned. The Mercutians treated the Earth people as slaves. Their rule was brutal and arrogant in the extreme. The Earth people revolted, under the leadership of Amos Peabody.
The first of the Mercutians pounded heavily into the room when Hilary had thrust Grim into the secret lift. He whirled and fired. The Mercutian coughed and fell forward. Other gray warty faces, furious, thrust from behind their dying comrade. But Hilary was in the lift, pressing the button for full speed down.
But the little man did not heed. He literally stumbled in his haste, crying: "You've killed a Mercutian." "What of it, my bantam?" Hilary inquired softly, the muzzle of his gun boring into a lean flat stomach. The little man was actually pressing against the automatic in his excitement. "What of it?" he shrilled excitedly.
During the afternoon a bomb of some kind it was vaguely described as a variation of the red and green light-rays had destroyed one of the trains near Garland. The road was now open only down to Frannie. The town of Byron, I learned, was completely annihilated. It had been swept by the Mercutian Light and destroyed by fire. Garland was as yet unharmed.
I doubted if it were copper, since even in this hot, moist air it seemed to have no property of oxidation. I asked Miela about it, and she gave me its Mercutian name at once; but of course that helped me not a bit. She added that outcroppings of it, almost in the pure state, like the great deposits of native copper I had seen on earth, occurred in many parts of Mercury.
"Take over, Grim, until I come back," he shouted down. "If I don't, send others up to get that Mercutian." "Come down," Grim yelled after him, alarmed. "I'll go up; you're the leader here." "That's why it's my job. So long." The men stared up after the tiny ascending figure, lumps in their throats. They would die gladly for Hilary Grendon now; he was proving himself. Grim fumed and waited.
The pushing guard spun him around hastily. "He was trying to get into the building, Cor Urga," he said respectfully. "These damned Earth slaves are everywhere under foot. It's time we rayed a few to teach them a lesson." Hilary found himself gazing at the gray saturnine countenance that had burnt itself into his memory. Urga the Mercutian who had kidnaped Joan!
The telegram read: Important Mercutian development here. Keep absolutely secret. Join us here at once. Answer. I wired him immediately. Three days later I was at Bay Head. When I reached the little Florida town Alan was there to meet me. He would have none of my eager questions, but took me at once by launch to their bungalow.
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