A movement in the water brought his light flashing down into the dark flood. Then a sleek head arose in the path of that ray. Not a man swimming, but one of the dolphins!
Ross’s exclamation of surprise was half gasp, half cry. The second dolphin showed for a moment and between the shadow of their bodies, just under the surface, moved a third form.
“Ashe!” Ross had no idea how the dolphins had come through the time gate, but that they had guided to safety a Terran he did not doubt at all. “Ashe!”
But it was not Ashe who came wading to the ledge where Ross waited with hand outstretched. He had been so sure of the other’s identity that he blinked in complete bewilderment as his eyes met Karara’s and she half stumbled, half reeled against him.
His arms about her shoulders steadied her, and her shivering body was close to his as she leaned her full weight upon him. Her hands made a feeble movement to her mask, and he pulled it off. Uncovered, her face was pale and drawn, her eyes now closed, and her breath came in ragged, tearing sobs which shook her even more.
“How did you get here?” Ross demanded even as he pushed her down on the ledge.
Her head moved slowly, in a weak gesture of negation.
“I don’t know … we were close to the gate. There was a flash of light … then—” Her voice sealed up with a note of hysteria in it. “Then … I was here … and Taua with me. Tino-rau came … Ross, Ross … there was a man swimming. He got ashore; he was getting to his feet and—and they killed him!”
Ross’s hold tightened; he stared into her face with fierce demand.
“Was it Gordon?”
She blinked, brought her hand up to her mouth, and wiped it back and forth across her chin. There was a small red trickle growing between her fingers, dripping down her arm.
“Gordon?” She repeated it as if she had never heard the name before.
“Yes, did they kill Gordon?”
In his grasp she was swaying back and forth. Then, realizing he was shaking her, Ross got himself under control.
But a measure of understanding had come into her eyes. “No, not Gordon. Where is Gordon?”
“You haven’t seen him?” Ross persisted, knowing it was useless.
“Not since we were at the gate.” Her words were less slurred. “Weren’t you with him?”
“No. I was alone.”
“Ross, where are we?”
“Better say—when are we,” he replied. “We’re through the gate and back in time. And we have to find Gordon!” He did not want to think of what might have happened out on the shore.
V
Time Wrecked
“Can we go back?” Karara was herself again, her voice crisp.
“I don’t know.” Ross gave her the truth. The force which had drawn them through the gate was beyond his experience. As far as he knew, there had never been such an involuntary passage by time gate, and what their trip might mean he did not know.
The main concern was that Ashe must have come through, too, and that he was missing. Just let the storm abate, and, with the dolphins’ aid, Ross’s chance for finding the missing agent was immeasurably better. He said so now, and Karara nodded.
“Do you suppose there is a war going on here?” She hugged her arms across her breast, her shoulders heaving in the torch light with shudders she could not control. The damp chill was biting, and Ross realized that was also danger.
“Could be.” He got to his feet, switched the light from the girl to the walls. That seaweed, could it make them some form of protective covering?
“Hold this—aim it there!” He thrust the torch into her hands and went for one of the loops of kelp.
Ross reeled in lines of the stuff. It was rank-smelling but only slightly damp, and he piled it on the ledge in a kind of nest. At least in the hollow of that mound they would be sheltered after a fashion.
Karara crawled into the center of the mass, and Ross followed her. The smell of the stuff filled his nose, was almost like a visible cloud, but he had been right, the girl stopped shivering, and he felt a measure of warmth in his own shaking body. Ross snapped off the torch, and they lay together in the dark, the half-rotten pile of weed holding them.
He must have slept, Ross guessed, when he stirred, raising his head. His body was stiff, aching, as he braced himself up on his hands and peered over the edge of their kelp nest. There was light in the cave, a pale grayish wash which grew stronger toward the slit opening. It must be day. And that meant they could move.
Ross groped in the weed, his hand falling on a curve of shoulder.
“Wake up!” His voice was hoarse and held the snap of an order.
There was a startled gasp in answer, and the mound beside him heaved as the girl stirred.
“Day out—” Ross pointed.
“And the storm—” she stood up, “I think it is over.”
It was true that the level of water within the cave had fallen, that wavelets no longer lapped with the same vigor. Morning … the storm over … and somewhere Ashe!
Ross was about to snap his mask into place when Karara caught at his arm.
“Be careful! Remember what I saw—last night they were killing swimmers!”
He shook her off impatiently. “I’m no fool! And with the packs on we do not have to surface. Listen—” he had another thought, one
