“I don’t know—yet.” Ross could not tell why he clung to the idea that they could do anything to strike back at the superior alien force. He only knew that he was not yet willing to relinquish the thought that in some way they could.
“And Ashe?”
Yes, Ashe. …
“I don’t know.” It hurt Ross to admit that.
“Back there, what really happened at the gate?” he asked Karara. “All at once the dolphins seemed to go crazy.”
“I think for a moment or two they did. You felt nothing?”
“No.”
“It was like a fire slashing through the head. Some protective device of the Foanna, I think.”
A mental defense to which he was not sensitive. Which meant that he might be able to breach that gate if none of the others could. But he had to be there first. Suppose, just suppose Torgul could be persuaded that this attack on the gutted Kyn Add was useless. Would the Rover commander take them back to the Foanna keep? Or with the dolphins and the skiff could Ross himself return to make the try?
That he could make it on his own, Ross doubted. Excitement and will power had buoyed him up throughout the past Hawaikan day and night. Now fatigue closed in, past his conditioning and the built-in stimulant of the Terran rations, to enclose him in a groggy haze. He had been warned against this reaction, but that was just another item he had pushed out of his conscious mind. The last thing he remembered now was seeing Karara move through a fuzzy cloud.
Voices argued somewhere beyond, the force of that argument carried more by tone than any words Ross could understand. He was pulled sluggishly out of a slumber too deep for any dream to trouble, and lifted heavy eyelids to see Karara once again. There was a prick in his arm—or was that part of the unreality about him?
“—four—five—six—” she was counting, and Ross found himself joining in:
“—seven—eight—nine—ten!”
On reaching “ten” he was fully awake and knew that she had applied the emergency procedure they had been drilled in using, giving him a pep shot. When Ross sat up on the narrow bunk there was a light in the cabin and no sign of day outside the porthole. Torgul, Vistur, the two other cruiser captains, all there … and Jazia.
Ross swung his feet to the deck. A pep-shot headache was already beginning, but would wear off soon. There was, however, a concentration of tension in the cabin, and something must have driven Karara to use the drug.
“What is it?”
Karara fitted the medical kit into the compact carrying case.
“Tino-rau has returned. There is a sub in the bay. It emits energy waves on a shoreward beam.”
“Then they are still there.” Ross accepted the dolphin’s report without question. Neither of the scouts would make a mistake in those matters. Energy waves beamed shoreward—power for some type of unit the Baldies were using? Suppose the Rovers could find a way of cutting off the power.
“The Sea Maid has told us that this ship sits on the bottom of the harbor. If we could board it—” began Torgul.
“Yes!” Vistur brought his fist down against the end of the bunk on which the Terran still sat, jarring the dull, drug-borne pain in Ross’s head. “Take it—then turn it against its crew!”
There was an eagerness in all Rover faces. For that was a game the Hawaikan seafarers understood: Take an enemy ship and turn its armament against its companions in a fleet. But that plan would not work out. Ross had a healthy respect for the technical knowledge of the galactic invaders. Of course he, Karara, even Loketh might be able to reach the sub. Whether they could then board her was an entirely different matter.
Now the Polynesian girl shook her head. “The broadcast there—Tino-rau rates it as lethal. There are dead fish floating in the bay. He had warning at the reef entrance. Without a shield, there will be no way of getting in.”
“Might as well wish for a depth bomb,” Ross began and then stopped.
“You have thought of something?”
“A shield—” Ross repeated her words. It was so wild this thought of his, and one which might have no chance of working. He knew almost nothing about the resources of the invaders. Could that broadcast which protected the sub and perhaps activated the weapons of the invaders ashore be destroyed? A wall of fish—sea life herded in there as a shield … wild, yes, even so wild it might work. Ross outlined the idea, speaking more to Karara than to the Rovers.
“I do not know,” she said doubtfully. “That would need many fish, too many to herd and drive—”
“Not fish,” Torgul cut in, “salkars!”
“Salkars?”
“You have seen the bow carving on this ship. That is a salkar. Such are larger than a hundred fish! Salkars driven in … they might even wreck this undersea ship with their weight and anger.”
“And you can find these salkars nearby?” Ross began to take fire. That dragon which had hunted him—the bulk of the thing was well above any other sea life he had seen here. And to its ferocity he could give testimony.
“At the spawning reefs. We do not hunt at this season which is the time of the taking of mates. Now, too, they are easily angered so they will even attack a cruiser. To slay them at present is a loss, for their skins are not good. But they would be ripe for battle were they to be disturbed.”
“And how would you get them from the spawning reefs to Kyn Add?”
“That is not too difficult; the reef lies here.” Torgul drew lines with the point of his sword on the table top. “And here
