Chapter 6. _Sunward Ho!_

Gradually the ship settled down to routine. There was, as Burl

discovered, nothing very much to do for most of the crew on such a space

flight. The course was charted in advance, a pattern laid out that would

carry the ship falling toward its objective--falling in a narrow curving

orbit. A certain amount of time would pass during which the ship would

traverse a specific section of this plotted route at a certain rate of

speed or acceleration.

Then, at a specified moment, the speed would be checked, the attraction

of the Sun reversed, and the ship would attempt to brake itself and to

halt its fall toward the great Sun. At such a time as its fall came to a

stop, it should, if the calculations had been correct, be crossing the

orbit of the planet Venus in the same place and at about the same moment

that Venus itself would be. In that way, the ship would arrive at the

planet.

Now all these calculations had been made, and once made, set into motion

on the control panels of the ship. The interval of many days between

actually left little to do, except for making astronomical observations,

checking on the performance of the stellarators, setting a watch against

the damage caused by meteors and micro-meteors, and following the

ordinary procedures of meals and sleep periods. The men set up an

Earth-time schedule of twenty-four hours, divided the crew into three

eight-hour shifts, and conducted themselves accordingly.

Burl did not find time weighing on his hands. Despite the limited space

available to the ten men, there was always something to learn, and

something to think about.

When Russell Clyde was off duty, he spent much time with Burl at the

wide-screen viewers that showed the black depths of interplanetary space

surrounding them. The Earth dwindled to a brilliant green disc, while

ahead of them the narrow crescent of approaching Venus could be seen

growing gradually. Ruddy Mars was sharp but tiny, a point of russet

beyond the green of Earth. And the stars--never had Burl seen so many

stars--a firmament ablaze with brilliant little points of light--the

millions of suns of the galaxy and the galaxies beyond ours.

On the other side, the side toward which they fell, the Sun was a

blinding sphere of white light, its huge coronal flames wavering

fearfully around its orb.

Seen to one side, surprisingly close to the Sun, was a tiny half-moon.

"That's Mercury," said Russ, pointing it out. "The smallest planet and

the closest to the Sun. After we leave Venus, we'll have to visit it. We

know there's a Sun-tap station there--and because it's so close to the

Sun--its orbit ranges between twenty-eight million miles and under

forty-four million miles--the station must be a most important and large

one."

Burl gazed at the point of light that was the innermost planet. "Those

Sun-tap stations ... The more I think about it, the more I wonder what

we're up against. It seems to me that it ought to be easy for the kind

of people who can build such things to catch us and stop us. In fact, I

wonder why they haven't already gone after us for stopping the one on

Earth?"

Russ whistled softly between his teeth. "We've some ideas about that.

The military boys worked on it. You know you can figure out a lot of

things from just a few bits of evidence. We have such evidence from what

happened to you on Earth. You ought to speak to Haines about it."

Burl turned away from the viewer. "Let's find him now. I don't think

he's very busy. He said something about catching up on his reading this

period."

Russ nodded, and the two of them got up from their seat. With a wave to

Oberfield and Caton on duty at the controls, the two climbed down the

ladder that led into the middle part of the living space. They looked

into Haines's quarters but he wasn't there. So they went down the next

hatchway into the lower section.

Haines and Ferrati were sitting at a table in the cooking quarters,

drinking coffee. The two men, both heavy and muscular, used to the open

spaces and the feel of the winds, were taking the enforced confinement

in the cramped and artificially oxygenated space of the ship with ill

ease. For them, it was like a stretch in jail.

They greeted the two younger men jovially and invited them to a seat.

While Russ poured a cup of coffee for himself, Burl opened the subject

of how much the expedition had worked out about the enemy.

Haines's pale blue eyes gleamed. "You can know an awful lot about an

enemy if you know what he didn't do as well as what he did do. If you

figure out what you yourself should have done under the same

circumstances, and know he didn't do, why, that gives you some valuable

hints as to his deficiencies. As we see it, we've got a fighting chance

of spoiling his game. Certainly of spoiling it long enough to allow

Earth several more years to get a fleet of ships like this into

operation and give him plenty of trouble."

Suddenly Burl felt more cheerful. At the back of his mind there had been

a carefully concealed point of cold terror--he remembered the clean

efficiency of the Sun-tap station, the evidence of a science far beyond

that of Earth. He pressed the point. "Just what do we really know?"

Haines leaned back and rubbed his hands together. "There were several

things that gave their weaknesses away. When we put it all together, we

decided that the enemy represents some sort of limited advanced force or

scouting group of a civilization still too far away to count in the

immediate future. We decided that the enemy isn't too aware of our

present abilities--that his intelligence service is poor as far as

modern Earth is concerned. We figure he won't be able to act with any

speed to repair the damages we make."

"Tell them how we worked that out," said Ferrati, who had begun to grow

again the short black beard that Burl remembered he had worn on his

famous expeditions.

"Well," said Haines, drawing the word out to build up suspense, "did you

know that the station in the Andes, the one you cracked open, was built

at least thirty years ago? And never put into operation in all that

time?"

Burl was surprised. "Why ... I hadn't thought of it--but it could have

been. That valley was so isolated and deserted, probably nobody would

ever have spotted it.

"Right," Haines added, "and our investigation team studied the remains,

the foundations, the layout, and we're sure it's been there at least

three decades. That's one clue.

"The second clue was the relative flimsiness of the walls. The builders

hadn't expected us to be able to blow them up. They were some sort of

quick construction--a plastic, strong, but not able to hold up against

blasting powder, let alone real heavy bombs or A-bombs.

"Now why was that? And the third clue, why didn't they have a repair

system available, or at least some sort of automatic antiaircraft

defense?"

Burl looked at Ferrati. The latter was watching him shrewdly to see if

he could figure it out.

"The builders didn't expect an air attack," said Burl slowly, "because

of the air disturbances. They did not know we would have a Moon base

that could spot their location. Hence they figured that our civilization

would remain as it was thirty years ago. We wouldn't have been able to

spot the location at that time, because it required outer-space

observation. It might have taken us several years of tramping around to

locate it."

"And the lack of a strong permanent construction? After all, a concrete

and steel-enforced embankment, which any military force on Earth could

have put there, would have balked your dynamite attack," probed Haines.

"That means they didn't have the time or the means to make such a

construction. They must have had a single ship with the kind of

equipment that could lay out a quick base in the shortest time!" said

Burl.

"Right!" snapped Haines. "The Sun-tap must have been built by a

relatively small team, which probably came in a single explorer ship.

The ship was equipped with automatic factory machinery that could turn

out an adequate base for an uninhabited planet, an airless moon, and so

on--but they didn't have the stuff for a fortified base--and they didn't

have the manpower to build it."

"Another indication of that is the thirty-year delay," added Ferrati.

"Obviously, they arrived in this solar system from somewhere outside it.

We figure that way because otherwise they would have been prepared to do

the job on all the planets in the same trip and start operations at

once. They must have made some observations of this solar system from a

point in space at least as far away as another star. That means not less

than four and a half light-years away--Proxima Centauri being the

nearest star after our Sun, and four and a half light-years from us.

Their observations were imperfect. They found more planets and problems

than they had supposed. So they had to make a second trip to get enough

supplies to finish their Sun-tap base constructions. It took them thirty

years between the first stations and the ones that completed the job.

"And that, too, suggests that only one ship was originally involved

here. Of course, maybe they came back with more the second time, but it

still looks as if the main force hasn't arrived. And won't, until after

the Sun novas."

"Then that means," said Burl quickly, "that we are still dealing with

just a small and isolated group?"

"Maybe," said Haines. "Just what constitutes a small group may be hard

to say. I rather think they'd have brought the engineers and at least an

advance working party of settlers with them the second trip in. But

they are still short of available ships--they're still not aware of what

we may be going to do."

"Why is that?" asked Burl.

Haines looked thoughtful. "This is conjecture. But if they planted any

spies among our Earth people, there's been no contact, because otherwise

they'd have known we could track and crack their base as soon as it

started. This means that they still haven't had scouting ships to spare

for checking up on what they did the first time. No checkup means no

spare personnel to do the checking. They just assumed that we hadn't

caught on, and started operations by remote control as they had

originally planned."

"And that also may mean that these people are hard up," said Ferrati.

"Wherever they came from, their civilization has been great, but it's

gone to seed. They plan to seize another solar system, start over again,

and they haven't the manpower to do an adequate job--and they haven't

the abundance of material needed to set up simple check and guard

stations, such as any major Earth nation would have the sense to do."

"Why, that means we've got a fighting chance to lick 'em," said Burl

joyfully. "I kept thinking we'd run into more than we could cope with."

"We've got a fighting chance, all right," said Haines. "We may be able

to rip up their Sun-tap layouts, but what if we meet the main explorer

ship itself? Anybody who can cross interstellar space and warp the power

of the Sun, can probably outshoot, outrun, and outfight us. Let's hope

we don't meet them until we've done our work."

On this note the little discussion broke up as the gong rang for the

next watch.

It made sense to Burl. If the _Magellan_ could just operate fast enough,

keep on the jump, they'd save the day. But--and he realized that nobody

had mentioned it aloud--it also followed that the enemy--however small

its group--was still in the solar system somewhere and would certainly

be starting to take action very soon now.

The time came when the ship was to start slowing, to prepare itself for

the meeting with Venus. Burl saw the hour and minute approach and

watched Lockhart take the controls and set the new readings. The steady

hum of the generators--a vibration that had become a constant feature of

the ship--altered, and for everyone it was a relief. Their minds had

become attuned to the steady pitch. One didn't realize how annoying a

nuisance it was until it stopped. As the stellar generators let down on

the drag on the Sun, the gravity within the ship lessened. In a few

moments there was a condition of zero, and those who had forgotten to

strap themselves down found that they were floating about in the air,

most of them giddy.

There was a shift in the pitch, and the generators applied repulsion

against the pull of the Sun. Those floating in the air crashed suddenly

against the ceiling, then slid violently down the walls onto the floor

as the inner sphere rotated on its gymbals to meet the new center of

gravitational pull--this time away from the Sun.

The viewers flickered off and then on again as their connecting surfaces

inside and outside the sphere's double layer of walls slid apart and

matched up again. For an instant, as he saw the viewers blank out, Burl

thought of what might happen if the sphere didn't rotate all the way.

They would find themselves blind.

Now the ship proceeded on its charted orbit, slowing to meet Venus.

Several hours went by, one meal, and Burl had returned to his bunk, his

rest period having arrived. Russ remained at the controls on duty,

checking astronomically the new speed and deceleration.

Burl tossed restlessly, the light out in the little cabin. Something was

bothering him, and after a while he realized that Clyde should have come

off duty before this. He glanced at the clock and calculated that Russ

was two hours overdue. What was wrong?

He slipped out of his bunk and climbed into his pants. Ascending into

the control room, he saw Lockhart, the two astronomers, and the entire

engineering crew gathered over the controls in worried concentration.

He peered over their shoulders, but the dials meant little to him, since

he did not know what they should have said. "What's happened?" he asked

Russ.

Russ took him aside. "We're not going to make our connection with

Venus," he said. "Our generators didn't operate exactly as we had hoped.

We haven't been able to slow down enough, the pull of the Sun is

stronger than the power we can raise to stop it at our present speed.

We're going to shoot past Venus' orbit way ahead of the planet, and

we're still heading sunward at a faster rate than we figured on."

"You mean--we're falling into the Sun!" gasped Burl.

"As things stand right now," said the youthful astrogator, "that's just

what is happening."