The World with a Thousand Moons

Kenniston said earnestly, 'Your party could travel just as well and a lot more comfortably by liner. And getting a cruiser like that is a life-or-death business for me right now.'

'I'm not interested in your business, Mr. Kenniston,' drawled Gloria Loring. 'And I certainly don't propose to alter our plans just to help a stranger out of his difficulties.'

Kenniston flushed from the cool rebuke. He stood there, suddenly feeling a savage dislike for the whole pampered group of them.

'Beside that,' the girl continued, 'we chose the cruiser for this trip because we wanted to get off the beaten track of liner routes, and see something new. We're going from here out to Jupiter's moons.'

Kenniston perceived that these bored, spoiled youngsters were out here hunting for new thrills on the interplanetary frontier. His dislike of them increased.

A clean-cut, sober-faced young man who seemed older and more serious than the rest of the party, was speaking to the heiress.

'Unhardened space-travellers like us are likely to get hit by gravitation paralysis out in the outer planets, Gloria,' he was saying to the heiress. 'I don't think we ought to go farther out than Mars.'

Gloria looked at him mockingly. 'If you're scared, Hugh, why did you leave your nice safe office on Earth and come along with us?'

The chubby youth called Robbie laughed loudly. 'We all know why Hugh Murdock came along. It's not thrills he wants—it's you, Gloria.'

They were all ignoring Kenniston now. He felt that he had been dismissed but he was desperately reluctant to lose his last hope of getting a ship. Somehow he must get that cruiser!

A stratagem occurred to him. If these spoiled scions wouldn't give up their ship, at least he might induce them to go where he wanted.

Kenniston hesitated. It would mean leading them all into the deadliest kind of peril. But a man's life depended on it. A man who was worth all these rich young wastrels put together. He decided to try it.

'Miss Loring, if it's thrills you're after, maybe I can furnish them,' Kenniston said. 'Maybe we can team up on this. How would you like to go on a voyage after the biggest treasure in the System?'

'Treasure?' exclaimed the heiress surprisedly. 'Where is it?'

They were all leaning forward, with quick interest. Kenniston saw that his bait had caught them.

'You've heard of John Dark, the notorious space-pirate?' he asked.

Gloria nodded. 'Of course. The telenews was full of his exploits until the Patrol caught and destroyed his ship a few weeks ago.'

Kenniston corrected her. 'The Patrol caught up to John Dark's ship in the asteroid, but didn't completely destroy it. They gunned the pirate craft to a wreck in a running fight. But Dark's wrecked ship drifted into a dangerous zone of meteor swarms where they couldn't follow.'

'I remember now—that's what the telenews said,' conceded the heiress. 'But Dark and his crew were undoubtedly killed, they said.'

'John Dark,' Kenniston went on, 'looted scores of ships during his career. He amassed a hoard of jewels and precious metals. And he kept it right with him in his ship. That treasure's still in that lost wreck.'

'How do you know?' asked Hugh Murdock bluntly.

'Because I found the lost wreck of Dark's ship myself,' Kenniston answered. He hated to lie like this, but knew that he had no choice.

He plunged on. 'I'm a meteor-miner by profession. Two weeks ago my Jovian partner and I were prospecting in the outer asteroid zone in our little rocket. Our air-tanks got low and to replenish them, we landed on the asteroid Vesta. That's the big asteroid they call the World with a Thousand Moons, because it's circled by a swarm of hundreds of meteors.

'It's a weird, jungled little world, inhabited by some very queer forms of life. In landing, my partner and I noticed where some great object had crashed down into the jungle. We discovered it was the wreck of John Dark's ship. The wreck had drifted until it crashed on Vesta, almost completely burying itself in the ground. No one was alive on it, of course.'

Kenniston concluded. 'We knew Dark's treasure must still be in the buried wreck. But it would take machinery and equipment to dig out the wreck. So we came here to Mars, intending to get a small cruiser, load it with the necessary equipment, and go back to Vesta and lift the treasure. Only we haven't been able to get a ship of any kind.'

He leaned toward the girl. 'Here's my proposition, Miss Loring. You take us and our equipment to Vesta in your cruiser, and we'll share the treasure with you fifty-fifty. What do you say?'

The blonde girl beside Gloria uttered a squeal of excitement. 'Pirate treasure! Gloria, let's do it—what a thrill it would be!'

The others showed equal excitement. The romance of a treasure hunt in the wild asteroids lured them, rather than the possible rewards.

'We'd certainly be able to take back a wonderful story to Earth if we found John Dark's treasure,' admitted Gloria, with quick, eager interest.

Hugh Murdock was an exception to the general enthusiasm. He asked Kenniston, 'How do you know the treasure's still in the buried wreck?'

'Because the wreck was still undisturbed,' Kenniston answered. 'And because we found these jewels on the body of one of John Dark's crew, who had been flung clear somehow when the wreck crashed.'

He held out a half-dozen gems he took from his pocket. They were Saturnian moon-stones, softly shining white jewels whose brilliance waxed and waned in perfect periodic rhythm.

'These jewels,' Kenniston said, 'must have been that pirate's share of the loot. You can imagine how rich John Dark's own hoard must be.'

The jewels, worth many thousands, swept away the lingering incredulity of the others as Kenniston had known they would.

'You're sure no one else knows the wreck is there?' Gloria asked breathlessly.

'We kept our find absolutely secret,' Kenniston told her. 'But since I can't get a ship any other way, I'm willing to share the hoard with you. If I wait too long, someone else may find the wreck.'

'I accept your proposition, Mr. Kenniston!' Gloria declared. 'We'll start for Vesta just as soon as you can get the equipment you'll need loaded on the Sunsprite.'

'Gloria, you're being too hasty,' protested Hugh Murdock. 'I've heard of this world with a Thousand Moons. There're stories of queer, unhuman creatures they call Vestans, who infest that asteroid. The danger—'

Gloria impatiently dismissed his objections. 'Hugh, if you are going to start worrying about dangers again, you'd better go back to Earth and safety.'

Murdock flushed and was silent. Kenniston felt a certain sympathy for the young businessman. He knew, if these others did not, just how real was the alien menace of those strange creatures, the Vestans.

'I'll go right down to the spaceport and see about loading the equipment aboard your cruiser,' Kenniston told the heiress. 'You'd better give me a note to your captain. We ought to be able to start tomorrow.'

'Pirate treasure on an unexplored asteroid!' exulted the enthusiastic Robbie. 'Ho for the World with a Thousand Moons!'

Kenniston felt guilty when he and Holk Or left the big hotel. These youngsters, he thought, hadn't the faintest idea of the peril into which he was leading them. They were as ignorant as babies of the dark evil and unearthly danger of the interplanetary frontier.

He hardened himself against the qualms of conscience. There was that at stake, he told himself fiercely, against which the safety of a lot of spoiled, rich young people was absolutely nothing.

Holk Or was chuckling as they emerged into the chill Martian night. He told Kenniston admiringly, 'That was one of the smoothest jobs of lying I ever heard, that story about finding John Dark's treasure. Take it from me, it was slick!'

The Jovian guffawed loudly as he added, 'What would their faces be like if they knew that John Dark and his crew are still living? That it was John Dark himself who sent us here?'

'Be quiet, you idiot!' ordered Kenniston hastily. 'Do you want the whole Patrol to hear you?'