would decide the war.'
'And then what?' I asked.
He shrugged. 'Your guess is as good as mine,' he said, 'but the chances are we will go to war with Maltor to recover our stolen herds.'
After the battle a couple of hospital ships and a transport came up from the rear. The transport brought replacements and the hospital ships took the wounded aboard. Most of the night was devoted to making repairs and there was little sleep.
When morning broke I saw two very strange-looking craft that had come up during the night. They were heavily armored, enormous monstrosities, with cone-shaped prows that came to a point about fifteen feet above the ground. Each had four very heavy guns pointing straight ahead just in rear of the cones. The muzzle of each gun was flush with the surface of the armorplate, the guns themselves being hidden in the interior of the hull. There was one on either side, one above, and one below the prow; lighter, protective t-ray guns, fired from ports along the sides and at the stern. The hulls were cylindrical in shape and the whole ship looked like an enormous torpedo. I could not see what their purpose could be, for it was evident that their maneuverability would be very poor.
Shortly after daylight we got under way, and soon thereafter Danlot sent for me.
'Your conduct during yesterday's action has been reported to me,' he said. 'Your action was highly commendable and I would like to show my appreciation in some way.'
'You can do that,' I replied, 'by permitting me to rejoin my mate.'
'That was another matter I wished to speak to you about,' he said. 'Your mate is missing.'
'Missing!' I exclaimed. 'What do you mean? Was she killed during yesterday's action?'
'No,' he replied. 'Vantor's body was found in his cabin this morning. He had been stabbed through the heart, and your mate was not on the ship when they searched it for her.'
Chapter XLVI
DUARE GONE! Out there somewhere alone and on foot in this strange land. 'You must let me go and look for her,' I said.
Danlot shook his head. 'You could accomplish nothing,' he said. 'I have sent two scouting lantars to search the country for her.'
'That is kind of you,' I said.
He looked at me in surprise. 'Evidently you do not understand,' he said. 'Your mate has murdered one of our of fixers, or at least the evidence indicates as much and she must be brought to justice.'
I was appalled. 'You cannot mean that!' I exclaimed. 'It is quite obvious why she had to kill him. It is evident that he deserved to be killed.'
'We do not look at such matters that way,' replied Danlot.
“Vantor was a good officer, with years of training. He was extremely valuable to Falsa, much more valuable than forty women.
'And now,' he said, as though the incident were closed as far as I was concerned, 'what can I do for you to show my appreciation of what you did yesterday?'
It took all the willpower I possessed not to tell him what I thought of his justice and his valuation of Duare, but I realized that if I were ever to help her I must not antagonize him; also there was budding in my mind the germ of an idea. 'Ero Shan and I would like to help man one of the little fast scouting ships,' I said. 'They seem to offer a far greater field of action than any of the others.'
He looked at me a moment before he replied, and then he said, 'You like to fight, don't you?'
'When there is anything to fight for,' I replied.
'What have you got to fight for here?' he asked. 'You are not a Falsan, and you certainly have no quarrel with the Pangans, if what you have told me about yourself is true, as you never even heard of them until yesterday.'
'I should like to have the opportunity of winning in some measure the confidence and gratitude of Falsa,' I replied. 'It might temper the judgment of the court when my mate is brought to trial.'
'You must hold your women in high esteem in your country,' he said.
'We do,' I replied; 'in the highest esteem. A woman's honor there would be worth the lives of forty Vantors.'
'We are different,' he said. 'We consider women as necessary evils, and little more than that. I have paid more for a good zorat than most women bring. But to get back to your request—I am going to grant it. As you will be here the rest of your lives, you and your friend might as well learn to serve Falsa in some useful way.'
'Why do you say that we will be here the rest of our lives?' I asked.
'Because you will,' he replied. 'It is absolutely impossible to cross the mountains which hem Anlap on the north and south. To the east is an ocean and you have no ship. To the west is an unknown land which no man has ever explored. And furthermore, I don't think that you would be permitted to leave. You would know too many of our military secrets, and if by chance you could reach some other country, by the same token those people could reach us; and we have enough trouble with the Pangans without having men from some strange country making war upon us.'
After my interview with Danlot I sought out Ero Shan. 'You don't know it,' I said, 'but you want to come with me and help man one of the fast little scouting ships.'
'I don't know what you're talking about,' he said.
'I know you don't, because I only just now got permission from Danlot for you and me to serve aboard one of the little ships.'
'That's all right with me,' he said, 'but just why do you want to do that?'
I told him about Duare then and that, as service on one of the scouting ships would permit us to range much farther than the main fleet, we might by chance find her, which we never could do aboard a big battleship.
'And then what would you do?' he asked. 'The officer in command of the scouting ship would bring Duare back for trial, and you couldn't do anything about it.'
'I think we could,' I said. 'We would have learned how to operate the ship and we have our r-ray pistols—and there would be only five men to dispose of.'
Ero Shan nodded. 'I see possibilities in that idea,' he said with a smile.
While we were still talking, an officer came up and told us that we had been ordered aboard the Athgan 975, which lay alongside the battleship. We immediately went to the lower deck and out through the door there, where we found the Athgan 975 awaiting us. The word 'Athgan' means scout, and it is a compound of ath, meaning look, and gan, meaning man, which gives 'look-man,' or scout.
The commander of the 975 was a rokor, or sub-lieutenant, named Ganjo. He didn't seem very enthusiastic about having a couple of green men detailed to his ship. He asked us what we could do, and I told him that we were both gunners; so he set Ero Shan at a gun in the stern and me at one in the bow, which pleased me because it permitted me to sit beside the driver—I don't know what else to call him, possibly pilot would be better.
There were seven men aboard the ship in addition to rokor—the pilot, four gunners, and two torpedomen. The gunners each had two guns, one firing chemical shells and the t-rays. The guns were double-barreled affairs, the t-ray barrel being on top of the chemical shell barrel, and clamped to it rigidly, so that only one set of sights was necessary. The guns protruded beyond the hull of the ship about three-quarters of their length, and could swing forty-five degrees in any direction. The port and starboard guns and the gun in the stern had a similar range of action. There was a torpedo tube on each side of the ship, so, with our great speed and maneuverability, we were a very dangerous little buggy. From the start I watched every movement that the pilot made and it was not long before I was confident that I could pilot the 975 myself and I was most anxious to try it.
The squadron to which the 975 was attached raced far ahead of the fleet, and I soon realized why the Falsans wore helmets, for, notwithstanding that we were strapped to our seats with safety belts, we were banged around considerably, as the little ship raced with terrific speed over all sorts of terrain.
Before noon we came in sight of a large city which I knew must be Hor. Up to this time we had not seen anything of an enemy fleet, but now their scout ships and destroyers came racing from one of the city's gates. They far outnumbered us, and as we were merely a scouting force, our squadron commander ordered us to retire. We
