they roared into action, each hurtling toward an assigned target so that a moment later great explosions rocked the ground as ravening death hurled down from the wide-open projectors and guns of the fleet. Crackling bolts of electrical destruction tore at the national armory, the spaceport, the liquid lead works, the factories, the sewage plant, everything for they showed no mercy. The very air crackled with the discharge of the mighty energies, and the solid earth beneath their claws trembled at its magnitude. Cautiously they lifted the manhole cover and peered out at the rain of destruction. But as they did so, some force grabbed onto X-9 and the robot Hagg-Loos and plucked them up into the air. Jerry and Slug-Togath both rushed to the weapons, but even as they touched the triggers, they saw the source of this strange force and relinquished their grips on the weapons. For they were being pulled straight up to the Pleasantville Eagle, which circled and swooped above. At the last moment, before they were crushed against the dural, the force lessened and drew them on, softly as a falling rising feather, to rest against the underside of the wing. They could see John waving from the pilot's compartment as his voice crackled on the radio.
'Welcome back, gang. As you can see, we were ready to go as soon as we got your message. We jumped here, and an automatic tracer zeroed in on your radio broadcast, and the new magnet beams, developed in the laboratories of the Hagg-Inder under the tutelage of the eons-old wisdom of the Garnishee, whisked you up. Now, so you don't think I'm just flying in circles and beating my gums, you will notice that below, as we talked, the gunner on the cheddite projector has been peeling back layer after layer of that immense fortress, hurling the layers into the sun of course, to expose the laboratory. Ahh, I believe that is it.'
'It is indeed!' X-9 agreed, hurling the thought at them, since he had been telepathically following the conversation.
'Sic 'em!' Jerry jubilated as the flying fortress of the 747 dived like a hawk into the ruins. A light touch on the wheel, aided by a quick projection from the cheddite projector landed them right in the middle of the lab among the fleeing Hagg-Loos, a good number of whom were squashed by the wheels as they dropped.
Even as the wheels hit the combat doors (newly installed) dropped open, and from the cargo compartments roared weapon-wielding Hagg-Inder warriors, while from the cabin, no less roaring or weapon-wielding, came the Garnishee fighting men. Carnage was instantly spread among the benches. The ravening Hagg-Loos asked no quarter, nor would they grant it, fighting back with anything that came to hand, benches, crystal retorts, bars of metal, urinalysis samples; they were utterly fearless. But fearless, they died under the assault of the allies, who swept all before them.
'Would you kindly get us unstuck from this wing?' Jerry said, not too graciously as they thrashed impotently under the attraction of the magnet ray.
'Sorry about that,' John apologized, cutting the power. They dropped to the floor, and as they fell, Jerry saw a sight that made his blood run cold.
'Over there!' he bellowed into the microphone hooked to the external speakers. 'Two of the crustacean swine are escaping with the cheddite projector. Stop them at all costs!'
Even as he spoke, the robot machine was hurling its mass across the room, plowing through any Hagg-Loos foolish enough to offer resistance. There were two of the enemy scientists carrying the machine, and one fell instantly to a lightning bolt from the forward gun. But the other, protected by the bulk of his fallen companion, dived for a secret door, pushing through it and closing it behind him. Jerry, in close pursuit, could not stop in time, and the machine plowed into the door with a horrible metallic clanging, then short-circuited. Electricity arced through the metal shell, and the occupants screamed sharply and leaped up as this same electricity raced through their metal chairs making a fundamental difference. An instant later the fighting warriors were there, dragging the disabled machine aside, battering down the door and rushing through the opening, led by the bellowing Lord Prrsi, who was shouting mighty oaths and war cries.
'There the blighter goes – tally-ho!' and the hunt streamed on.
But the moment's respite at the door had been enough for the fleeing Hagg-Loos scientist. He hurled himself and his precious burden into a monorail car that vanished into a tunnel mouth followed closely by bullets and blasts of energy.
'In a car heading due north,' Lord Prssi reported.
'Pursuit impossible since this is the only car.'
'North,' Jerry mused as he struggled out of the ruined machine, and with Chuck following on the end of a string, Slug-Togath behind, he bounded athletically and hurriedly across the ruined laboratory and into the cool embrace of the Pleasantville Eagle. 'North, that sounds familiar. Do you have a tracer on the cheddite?' he asked, sweat bursting from every pore.
'What has happened to Chuck!' Sally screamed, wringing her hands before the empty-eyed husk that had once been the man who loved her with every fiber of his being.
'Got him,' John said, fingers rushing over the cheddite tracer controls. 'Heading north at a great rate.'
'Into the air and follow! I have a funny feeling that I know what is going on.'
'Chuckee hungry,' the husk muttered, and, through bloodshot, gummy eyes, it made out the round female form hand wringing before him. All those bumps meant something, the elusive memory was there – yes, it had it!
'Chuckee hungry!' the husk bellowed and leaped, tearing Sally's clothes from her until she stood before them, naked except for the black wisp of her Maidenform bra and even wispier black panties.
'Enough of that, Chuck-thing,' Jerry sighed and karated it into unconsciousness once more, then hopped around the room on one leg, sucking at his swollen karate hand which he had forgotten about. Sally vanished, screaming weakly, and they turned back to the more important business at hand.
'Due north,' John said grimly. 'I have a sneaking suspicion.'
'So do I,' Jerry agreed. 'And isn't that an extinct volcano just coming into view?'
'The old ploy with the volcano and the spaceship,' John laughed coldly. 'But we have them this time. The instant it rockets into the air you get it with the cheddite projector, and zingo! end of the fiendish race of Lortonoi.'
'You're on – and here it comes!' Jerry jammed his face against the viewfinder as smoke billowed from the mountain and a great spaceship hurled itself into view. He focused with a quick turn on the controls and jammed down on the firing button.
The Lortonoi ship vanished.
'You did it!' John shouted, slapping his comrade on the back with delight. 'One blast, and there he went. What a shot!'
Jerry smiled sheepishly and covered his face with one hand and peered out between his fingers.
'Well, thanks, but you see, it didn't happen quite that way. It seems that the spacer vanished a millisecond before I pressed the button. Meaning. . . .'
'Don't elaborate, I get the message.'
'Meaning that they have mastered the use of the cheddite projector and have fled with it, to wreak even further havoc through the civilized galaxy. But they'll not get away with it,' he swore. 'I have a tracer on them, and they are hopping with ten light-year jumps out that way, toward that cluster of stars. We'll fuel up and take off after them; we have no choice.'
'And I will help,' swore Slug-Togath, who had entered,
'and my Garnishee warriors will follow as well.'
'Not to mention the fact, chums, that we are ever so grateful on Hagg-Inder,' came the beamed thought of Lord Prrsi. 'Least we can do is pitch in and lend a hand, only civilized thing to do, you know.'
'That's it!' Jerry exulted, smashing his fist into his palm and wincing. 'That's it! Don't you see what that means? For the very first time in the eons-old history of the universe the civilized, intelligent races are banding together against evil, to combat it wherever it is found. A band of brothers, fighting together, dedicated to the pursuit of liberty, equality, and fraternity.'
'I wouldn't exactly phrase it that way,' Lord Prrsi commented. 'I would rather say we are fighting for the maintenance of the class system and the continuancy of special privileges for the few.'
'Call it what you want,' Jerry shouted, 'it is still democracy. Our gallant little band will go forth, fighting against any odds, pushing out the frontiers of liberty. We chosen, noble few will stand forth alone, just as the Texas Ranger did on the frontier of our land many years ago.'
'You've said it, man,' John broke in. 'That's the word Rangers. Rangers of space, combating evil wherever we
