DIVIDE AND RULE
By the same Author LEST DARKNESS FALL
In Collaboration with Fletcher Pratt THE INCOMPLETE ENCHANTER
LAND OF UNREASON THE CARNELIAN CUBE
L. Spratjue deCamp DIVIDE
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RULE
FANTASY      PRESS
Reading,  Pennsylvania	1948
Copyright 3948 By L. Sprague de Camp
No part of this book may be reprinted without written permission   of  the   publishers
FIRST EDITION
it & Smith Publical
CONTENTS
Divide and Rule	9
The Stolen Dormouse	137

To Bob Heinlein

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HE BEOAD HUDSON, BLUE UNDER
spring skies, was dotted with sails. The orchards in the valley were aglow with white and purple blossoms. Beyond the river frowned Storm King, not much of a mountain by western standards, but impressive enough to a York Stater. The landscape blazed with the livid green of young leaves—and Sir Howard van Slyck, second son of the Duke of Pough-keepsie, wished to God he could get at the itch under his breastplate without going to the extreme of dismounting and removing half his armor.
As the huge black gelding plodded along the by-pass that took the Albany Post Road around Peekskill, its rider reflected that he hadn't been too clever in starting out from Ossining fully accoutered. But how was he to know the weather would turn hot so suddenly? The sponge-rubber padding under the plates made the suit suffocatingly hot. Little drops of sweat crawled down his skin; and then, somewhere around1 Croton, the itch had begun. It seemed to be right under the Van Slyck trademark, which, inlaid in the plastron, was the only ornamentation on an otherwise
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plain suit. The trade-mark was a red maple leaf in a white circle, with the Van Slyck motto, "Give 'em the works," in a circle around it.
Twice he had absently reached up to scratch, to be recalled to the realities of the situation by the rasp of metal on metal. Maybe a smoke would help him forget it. He opened a compartment in his saddle, took out pipe, tobacco, and lighter, and !it up. (He really preferred cigarettes, but the ashes dribbled down inside his helmet.)
The by-pass swung out over the New York Central tracks. Sir Howard pulled over to his own side to let a six-horse bus clatter past, then walked the gelding over to the edge and looked down. Up the tracks his eye was caught by the gleam of the brass rings on the ends of the tusks of an elephant pulling a string of little cars; the afternoon freight for New York, he thought. By the smaliness of the animal's ears he knew it was the Indian species. Evidently the Central had decided against switching to African Elephants. The Pennsylvania used them because they were bigger and faster, but they were also less docile. The Central had tried one out as an experiment the year before; the duke, who was a big stockholder in the Central, had told him about it. On the trial run the brakeman had been careless and let the lead car bump the elephant's hind legs, whereupon the animal had pulled two cars off the track and would have killed the chairman of the board if it had been able to catch him.
Sir Howard resumed his way north, relieved to note that the itch had stopped. At the intersection of the bypass with the connecting road to the Bronx Parkway he drew rein again. Something was coining down the road in long, parabolic leaps. He knew what that meant. With a
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grunt of annoyance he heaved himself out of the saddle. As the thing drew near he took the pipe out of his mouth and flipped his right arm up in salute.
The thing, which looked rather like a kangaroo wearing a football helmet, shot by without apparently looking at him. Sir Howard had heard of sad cases of people who had neglected to salute hoppers because they thought they weren't looking at them. He felt no particular resentment at having to salute the creature. After all, he'd been doing it all his life. Such irritation as he felt was merely at the idea of having to hoist his own two hundred and ten pounds, plus forty pounds of chrome-nickel steel plate back on his tall mount on a hot day.
Seven miles up the Post Road lay Castle Peekskill, and Sir Howard hilly intended to sponge a dinner and a night's sleep off his neighbor. Halfway up the winding toad he heard a musical toot. He pulled off the asphalt; a long black torpedo on wheels was swooping up the grade behind him. He unshipped the duralumin lance from its boot, and as the car whizzed past, the maple-leaf flag of the Van Slycks Buttered down in an arc. lie got a glimpse of the occupants; four hoppers, their heads looking rather like those of giant rats under the inevitable helmets. Luckily you didn't have to dismount for hoppers in power vehicles; they went by t&o fast for such a rule to be practical. Sir Howard wondered—as had many others —what it would be like to travel in a power vehicle. Of course there was an easy way to find out; just break a hopper law. Unfortunately, the ride received in that way was a strictly one-way affair.
Oh, well, no doubt God had known what He was about when He had made the rule allowing nobody but
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hoppers to have power vehicles and explosives and things. Man had been very wicked, so God had sent the hoppers to rule over him. At least that was what you learned in school. His brother Frank hat! doubts; had, very secretly, confided them to Sir Howard. Frank even said that once man had had his own power vehicles. He didn't know about that; the hoppers knew a terrible lot, and if that had been so they'd have had it so taught in the schools. Still, Frank was smart, and what he said wasn't to be laughed off. Frank was a queer duck, always poking around old papers after useless bits of knowledge, Sir Howard wondered how it was that he got on so well with his skinny little elder brother, with whom he had so little in common. He certainly hoped nothing would happen to Frank before the old man was gathered unto his fathers. He'd hate to have the management of the duchy around his neck, at least just yet. He was having too much fun.
He swung off the road when Castle Peekskill appeared over the treetops, near the site of the old village of Garrison. He stopped before the gate and blew a whistle. The gatekeeper popped out of the tower with his usual singsong of: "Who are you and what do you seek?" Then he said: "Oh, it's you, Sir Howard. I'M tell Lord Peekskill you're here." And presently the gate—a huge slab of reinforced concrete hinged at the bottom—swung out from the wall and down.
John Kearton—Baron Peekskill—was in the courtyard as Sir Howard's horse went plop-plop ovet the concrete. He had evidently just come in from a try for a pheasant, as he wore an old leather jacket and very muddy boots and leaned on a light crossbow.
"Howard, my boy!" he shouted. He was a short man,
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rather stout, with reddish-brown hair and beard, "Get out of your tinware and into your store clothes. Here, Lloyd, take Sir Howard's duffel bag to the first guest room. You'll stay overnight with us, won't you? Of course you will! I want to hear about the war. WABC had an announcer at the Battle of Mount Kiscor but he saw a couple of the Connecticut horses coming toward him and pulled foot. After that all we could hear was the sound of his horse going hell-for-Ieather back to Ossining."
"Ill be glad to stay," said Sir Howard. "If I'm not putting you out—"
"No, no, not a bit of it. You've got that same horse still, I see. I like entires better for war horses myself."
"They may have more pep," admitted the knight, "but this old fellow does what I want him to, which is the main thing. Three years ago he took third in his class at the White Plains show. That was before he got those scars. But take a look at this saddle; it's a new and very special model. See: built-in Tadio, compartments in the cantle for your things, and everything. Got it at a discount, too."
Sir Howard clanked upstairs after his host. The transparent lucite visor of his burganet was already up; he unlatched the bib and pushed it up, too, then carefully wriggled his head out of the helmet. His square, craggy face boTe the little beard and mustache affected by his class. His nose was not all that a nose should be, as the result of an encounter with the business end of a billhook. But he had refused to have ft plasticized back into shape, on the ground that he could expect more than one broken nose in his life, and the surgery would, therefore, be a waste of money. His inky-black hair covered a highly de-
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veloped brain, somewhat rusty from disuse. When you "• could knock any man in the duchy out of his saddle, and \ diink any man in the duchy under the table, and bad a ' way with the girls, there were few stimuli to heavy think-
Peekskill remarked: "That's a nice suit you have. What is it, a Packard?"
"Yeah," replied Sir Howard, pulling off a rercbrace. "It's several years old; I suppose 111 have to trade it in for a new model one of these days. The only trouble is that new suits cost money. What do you think of the new Ford?"
"Hm-m-m—I dunno. I'm not sure I like that all-lucite helmet. It does give you vision in all directions. But if they make it thick enough to stop a poleax, it'll make you top-heavy, I think. And the Iucite gets scratched and nicked up so quickly, especially in a fight."
"Let's see your kicker, John," said Sir Howard, reaching for the crossbow. "Marlin, isn't it?"
"No, Winchester, last year's. I had my armorer take off that damned windage adjustment, which I never used, anyway. That's why it looks different. But let's hear about the war. The papers gave us just the bare facts."
"Oh, there wasn't much to it," said Sir Howard with exaggerated indifference. "I killed a man. Funny. I've been in six fights, and that was the first time I really knew I'd gotten one of the enemy. I'm not counting that bandit fellow we caught up at Staatsburg. You know how it is in a fight: everybody's hitting at you and vice versa, and you don't have time to sec what damage you've done.
"I  shouldn't  claim   much   credit   for   this   killing,
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though. I signed up at Ossining because the city manager's a cousin of mine, and they pay well. The C. M. collected a couple of hundred heavy horses from lower Westchester, and he had the commons of Ossining and Tarrytown for pikes. He'd heard that Danbury was going to get a contingent of heavy horses from Torrington. So he put us in two groups, lances in the first only. I was in the second, so they made me leave my toothpick behind. That's a nice little sticker, by the way; Hamilton Standard made it.
"We found them just this side of Mount Kisco. Our scouts flushed an ambush, very neat; chevaux-de-frisse at the far end, horses on either side, crossbows behind every bush. The C. M. swung us south to smash one of their bodies of horses before the other could come up. When we shook out and charged, their left wing scattered without waiting for us as if six devils with green eaTs were after them. I couldn't sec anything because of the lances in front of my group. But the ground's pretty rough, you know, and you can't keep a nicely dressed line. The first thing I knew was when something went bong on my helmet, and these red-shirted chaps with spiked helmets and shields were all around me, poking at the joints in my suit. They were Danbury's right wing. He hadn't been able to get any heavy horses, after all, but he seemed to have enlisted all the light horses in Connecticut. They were crab-suited, with chain pants hanging down from their cuirasses.
"I swung at a couple of them, but they were out of reach each time before the ax got there. Then Paul Jones almost stepped on a couple of dismounted Ted-shirts. I chopped at one, but he got his shield up in time. And beJ fore I could recover, the other one, who didn't have a, shield, grabbed the shaft in both hands and tried to take it
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away from me. I was afraid to let go foi fear he'd kill my horse before I could get my sword out. And while we were having oui tug-of-war, some crab on the other side oi me— the left side—grabbed my ankle and shoved it up. Of course, I went out of the saddle as pretty as a pay check, light on top of tbis chap who wanted my ax.
"I couldn't see anything for a few minutes because 1 had my head in a bush. When I got up on my knees there weren't any more red-shirts in sight. They'd found us pretty hard nuts to crack, and when they saw the pikes coming they beat it. I found I still had hold of the ax. The Danburian was underneath me, and the spike on the end of the shaft was driven under his chin and up into his head. He was as dead as last year's treaties. They had about half a dozen killed in that brush; we lost one man— thrust under the armpit—and had a couple of horses killed by kicker bolts. We took their dismounted horse and some of their crossbows prisoner. I climbed back on Paul Jones and joined up with the chase. We couldn't catch them, naturally. We chased 'em clear to Danbory Castle, and when we got there they were inside thumbing their noses and shooting at us with ballistae.
"We sat outside for a couple of weeks, but they had enough canned stuff for years, and threatening a seventy-foot concrete wall doesn't get you anywhere. So finally the C. M. and Danbury agreed to submit their argument about road tolls to a hopper court, and we went back to Ossining for our pay."
During his story Sir Howard had gotten out of his armor and into his ordinary clothes. It was pleasant to sprawl in the freedom of tweed and linen, with a tall glass in your hand, and watch the sun drop behind Storm King.
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"Of course,   it  might  have  been  different"—his  voice dropped till it was barely audible—"if we'd had guns."
Peekskill started. "Don't say such tilings, my boy. Don't even think them. If they found out—" He shuddered a little and took a big gulp of his highball.
A flunky entered and announced: "My lord, Squire Matthews, with a message from Sir Humphrey Goldberg."
Peekskill frowned. "What's this? Why couldn't he have written me a letter? Come on, Howard, let's sec what he wants."
They found the squire in the hall, looking grimly polite. He bowed stiffly, and said with exaggerated distinctness: "My Lord PeekskiH, Sir Humphrey Goldberg sends his compliments, and wants to know what the hell your lordship meant by calling him a double-crossing, dog-faced baboon in the Red Bear Inn last night!"
"Oh, dear," sighed the baron. "Tell Sir Humphrey that first, I deny calling him such name; and second, if I did call him that, I was drunk at the time; and third, even if I wasn't drunk I'm sorry now, and ask him to have dinner here tonight."
The squire bowed again and went, his riding boots clicking on the tiles. "Hump's all right," said Peekskill, "only we've been having a little argument about my electric-light plant. He says it ruins his radio reception. But I think we can fix it up. Besides, he's a better swordsman than I am. Let's finish our drinks in the library."
They had just settled when a boy in a Western Union uniform was ushered in. He looked from one to the other; then went up to Sir Howard. "You Van Slyck?" he asked, shifting his gum to one cheek. "O.K. I been tryin' to find ya. Here, sign, please."
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"Manners!" roared the baron. The boy looked startled, then irked. He bowed very low and said: "Sir Howard van. Slyck, will your gorgeous highness deign to sign this . . . this humble document?"
Both men were looking angry now, but Sir Howard signed without further words. When the boy had gone,. he said: "Some of these commoners are too damn fresh nowadays."
"Yes," replied his host, "they need a bit of knocking' around now and then to remind them of their place. Why . . . what's the matter, Howard? Something wrong? Your, father?"
"No. My brother Frank. The hoppers arrested him last night. He was tried this morning, condemned, and burned this afternoon.
"The charge was scientific research."
T
ou'd better pull yourself Together, Howard." "I'm all right, John."
"Well, you'd better not drink any more of that stuff."
"I'm okay, I tell you. I'm not drank, I can't get drunk: I've tried. Right now I haven't even a little buzz on."
"Listen, Howard, use your head. Lord knows I'm glad to have you stay around here as long as you like, but don't you think you ought to see your father?"
"My father? Good God, I'd forgotten about him! I am a louse, John. A dirty louse. The dirtiest louse that ever—"
"Here, none of that, my boy. Now drink this; it'll clear your head. And get your suit on.
"Lloyd! Hey, Lloydf Fetch Sir Howard's armor. No., you idiot, I don't care if you haven't finished shining it. Get it'"
Sir Howard spoke hesitant!}'; he wasn't sure how his father would take his proposal. He wasn't sure himself it was quite the right thing to do. But the old man's reaction
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surprised him. "Yes," he said in his tired voice, "I think that's a good idea. Get away from here for a few months. When I'm gone you'll be duke, now, and you won't have many chances to go gallivanting. So you ought to make the most of what you have. And you've never seen much of the country except between here and New York. Travel's broadening, they say. Don't worry about me; I have enough to do to keep two men busy.
"I'll ask just one thing, and that is that you don't go joining up in any more of these local wars. It's you I've always worried about, not Frank, and I don't want any more of that. I don't care how good the pay is. I know you're a mercenary young rascal; I like that, because I don't have to worry about your bankrupting the duchy. But if you really want to make money, you can try your hand at running the Poughkeepsie Shoe Co. when you get back."
Thus it came about that Sir Howard again found himself riding north, and to his own mild surprise doing some heavy thinking. Luckily the hoppers hadn't made much red tape about the travel permit. But he knew they'd keep an eye on him. Even though he hadn't done anything, he'd be on then suspicious list because of his brother. He'd have to be careful.
Jogging along, you had plenty of time to think. He knew he had the reputation of being simply a large, energetic, and rather empty-headed young man with a taste for action. It was time he put something in that head, if only because of the prospect of inheriting the duchy.
He felt that something must be wrong with his picture of the world. In it the burning of people for scientific
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jesearch was just. But he didn't feel that Frank's death jjiad been just. In it, whatever the hoppers said was right, because God had set them over Man. It was right that he, Howard van Slyck, should salute the hoppers. Didn't the commoners have to salute him in return? That made it fair all around. He was bound to obey the hoppers; the commoners were bound to obey him. It was all explained to you in school. The hoppers likewise were under obligation to God to command him, and he the commoners. Again, perfectly fair.
Only there must be something wrong with it. He couldn't sec any flaw in the reasoning he'd been taught; it all fitted together like a suit of Chrysler super-heavy silico-manganese steel plate. But there must be a flaw somewhere. If he traveled, and ikept his eyes open, and asked questions, maybe he could find it. Perhaps somebody had a book that would shed light on the question. The only books he'd come across were either fairy tales about the daring deeds of dauntless knights, which bored him, or simple texts on how to run a savings bank or assemble a ■cream separator.
He might even lcam to associate with commoners and find out how they looked at things. Sir Howard was not, considering his background, especially class conscious; the commoners were all right, and some were even good fellows, if you didn't let them get too familiar or think they were as good as you. What he had in mind was, for one of his class, a radical departure from the norm.
He squirmed in his lobster shell and wished he could scratch through the plate. Damn, he must have picked up some bugs at Poughkeepsie Manor, free of vermin though it was normally kept. That was the hoppers' fault.
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It began to rain; one of those vigorous York State spring rains that might last an hour or a week. Sir Howard got out his poncho and put his head through the slit in the middle. He didn't wony about his plate, because it had been well vaselined. But the rain, which was coming down ically haid, was a nuisance. With his visor up it spattered against his face; and with it down, he had to wipe the lucite constantly to see where he was going. Below the poncho, the water worked into his leg joints and made his legs feel cold and clammy. Paul Jones didn't like it, either; he plodded along with his head drooping, breaking into periodic tiots only with reluctance.
Sir Howard was not in the best of humors when, an hour later, the rain slackened to a misty drizzle through which the far shore of the Hudson could barely be made out. He was approaching the Rip van Winkle Bridge when somebody on a horse in front of him yelled "Heyl"
Sir Howard thought he wanted more room. But the strange rider sat where he was and shouted1. "Thought I'd skip the country, didn'tcha? Well, I been laying for you, and now you're gonna get yours!"
From his costume the man was obviously a foreigner. His legs were incased in some sort of leather trousers with a wide flap on each leg. "What the hell do you mean?" answered the knight.
"You know what I mean, you yellow-bellied bastitch. You gonna fight like a man, or do I have to take your breeches down and paddle you?"
Sir Howard was too cold and wet and bebugged to carry on this lunatic argument, especially as he could see the town of Catskill—wheie there would be fiies and whiskey—across the river. "Okay, foreigner, you asked for
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it. Have at you, base-born!" The lance came out of its Ijpot and was lowered to horizontal. The gelding's hoofs Blundered on the asphalt.
The stranger had thrown his sheepskin jacket into $ie ditch, revealing a shirt of chain, and sent his wide-Ijjtininied hat scaling after it, showing a steel skullcap. Sir . fckward, slamming down his visor, wondered what form of attack he was going to use; he hadn't drawn the curved saber that clanked from his saddle. With that light horse he'd probably try to dodge the lance point at the last minute—
The light horse dodged; the knight swung his lance; the dodge had been a feint and the foreigner was safely past his point on his left side. Sir Howard had a fleeting glimpse of a long loop of rope whirling about the man's head, and then something caught him around the neck. The world whirled, and the asphalt came up and hit him with a terrific clatter.
To get up in full armor, you had to be on your stomach and work your knees up under you. lie rolled over and started to scramble up—and was jerked headlong. The stranger had twisted his rope around a projection on his saddle. The horse kept the rope taut; every time the knight got to his knees it took a step or two and pulled him down again. When he was down he couldn't see what was happening. Something caught his sword arm before he had a chance to get his weapon out. Rolling, he saw that the stranger had thrown another noose around his arm. And down this second rope loops came snaking to bind his other aim, his legs, his neck, until he "was trussed ]ikc a fawn.
"Now," said the foreigner, coming toward him with
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a hunting laiife in his hand, "let's sec how you get into one of these stovepipe suits—" He pushed the visor up and gasped. "Sa-a-ay, you ain't the guy at all!"
"What guy?" snarled Sir Howard.
"The guy what ducked me in the horse trough. Big guy named Baker, over in Catskill. Your suit's like his, and you ride the same kind of critter. I thought sure it was him; I couldn't see your face with the helmet on in this bad light. It's all a mistake; I'm sure sorry as all hell, mister. You won't be mad if I let you up, will you?"
Sir Howard conceded that he wouldn't be mad; the fact was that with his anger at his ignominious overthrow by this wild foreigner's unfair fighting methods he had mixed a grudging admiration for the man's skill and a great curiosity as to how it had been accomplished.
The stranger was a lean person with straw-colored hair, some yeaTS older that Sir Howard. As he undid the rope he explained: "My name's Haas; Lyman Haas. I come from out Wyoming way; you know, the Far West. Most folks around here never heard of Wyoming. I was having a quiet drink in Catskill last night at Lukas's Bar and Grill, and this here Baker comes up and picks an argument. I'm a peaceable man, but they's some things I don't like. Anyway, when it came to the punch, this Baker and two of his friends jump me, and they ducked me in the horse trough, like I told you. I see now why I mistook you fot him: you had your trade-mark covered up under that poncho. His is a fox's head. This'll be a lesson to me never to kill nobody again before I'm sure who he is, I hope I didn't dent your nice suit on the pavement."
"That's all right. A few dents more or less won't'
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matter to this old suit. It's partly my fault, too. I should ]&ve thought of the poncho."
Haas was staring at the Van Slyck trade-mark and Roving his lips. "Give. . . 'em. . .the. . . works," he read :43wly. "What's it mean?"
' "That's an expression they used a long time ago, gleaning 'Hit them with all you've got,' or something We that. Say, Mr. Haas, I'd like to get somewhere where lean dry out. And I wouldn't mind a drink. Can you Mcommend a place in Catskill?"
W- "Sure; I know a good place. And a drink wouldn't j|irt either of us."
* "Fine. I've also got to buy some insect powder. And |fhen that's been attended to, perhaps we can do some-fhing about yoiiT Mr. Baker."
/ The next morning the good citizens of Catskill were Astonished to see the person of Squire Baker, naked and painted in an obscene manner, dangling by his wrists and guides from a lamppost near the main intersection. As |ie was quite high up and had been efficiently gagged, he kas not noticed until broad daylight. Baker never lived %e incident down; a few months later he left Catskill fed shipped on a schooner in the chicle-and-banana trade W Central America.
3	C~JAY> How, i'd kinta like to hear
.^^sorne music."
V	) Sir Howard had not gotten used to
Haas' calling him "How." He liked the man, but couldn't quite make him out. In some ways he acted like a commoner. If he were, the knight thought he ought to resent his familiarity. But there were other things—Haas' self-possession, for instance. Oh, well, no doubt the scheme of social stratification was different out West. He turned the tadio on.
"That's a neat little thing you got," Haas continued.
"Yep; it's nice when you're making a long ride. There's an aerial contact built into the lance boot, so this little toothpick acts as an aerial. Or, if I'm not carrying a lance, I can clip the aerial lead to my suit, which works almost as well as the lance."
"Is they a battery in the saddle?"
"Yes, just a little light battery. They have a real fuel batteiy, but they don't let us use it."
They topped a xisc, and Albany's State Office B\iild; ing came in sight. It was by far the tallest building in the
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city, none of the rest o£ which was yet visible. Some said it had been built long ago, when York State was a single governmental entity—and not just a vague geographical designation. Now, of course, it was hopper headquarters for a whole upstate region. Sir Howard thought the dark, square-topped tower looked sinister. But it didn't become a knight to voice such timid vagaries. He asked Haas: "How is it that you're so far from home?"
"Oh, I wanted to see New York. You been to New York, I suppose?" *     "Yes, often. I've never been very far upstate, though."
"That was the main thing. Of course, they was that guy-"
"Yes? Go on; you can trust me."
"Well—I don't suppose it'll do no harm, this being t long way from Wyoming. Him and me was arguing irf $ bar. Now, I'm a peaceable man, but they's some words I don't like, and this guy didn't smile when he said 'em, either. So we had it out in the alley with sabers. Only he had friends. That'll be a lesson to me, to make sure whether a guy has friends first before I fight him. I wanted to see New York, anyway, so here I am. When I run out of money on the way, I'd make a stake doing rope tricks in the theaters. I made about six hundred clinkers in New York last week. It's purty near gone now, but I can make some more. They ain't nobody around these parts knows how to use a rope."
"Why," said Sir Howard, "what became of it? Were you robbed?"
"Nope; just spent it." The airy way in which this was said made Sir Howard shudder. The Westerner looked at him narrowly, with a trace of a smile. "You know," he
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said, "I always had the idea that lords and knights and such were purty free with their wallpaper; threw it around like it wasn't nothing. And here you're the carefullest guy with his money I ever did see. It ^ust shows you."
"How did you like New York?" asked the knight.
"Purty good; there's lots of things to see. I made friends with a guy who works in a furniture factory, and he took me around. I liked to see the chairs and things come buzzing down the assembly line. My friend couldn't get me into the power plant though. They was a hopper guard at the door. They don't let nobody in there except a few old employees and I hear they examine them with this dope they got every week to make sure they haven't told nobody how the power machinery works.
"But I got tired of it after a few weeks. Too many hoppers. They get on my nerves, always looking at you with those little black eyes like they was reading your mind. Some says they can, too. I guess after what you told me about your brother it's safe for me to say what I think of 'cm. I don't like 'em."
"Don't they have hoppers out West, too?"
"Sure, we got some, but they don't bother us much. What they say goes, of course, but they Jet us alone as long as we mind our business and pay our hopperage. They don't like the climate—too dry."
"They don't interfere too much in our local affairs, either," said the knight, "except that the big cities like New York are under their direct rule. That's how there are so many down there. Of course, if you—but I've already told you about that."
'Teah. And it's a crime the prices you pay for steaks around here. Out in Wyoming, where we raise the crit-
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ters, we eat mostly that. It's the hopperage charges, and all these little boundary tolls and tariffs between here and there makes 'em so expensive."
"Do you have wars out West, too?"
"Sure, once and a while us and the Novvos gets in a isfirap." '     "The Nowos?"
"Folks who live down south of us. Stock raisers, mostly. They ain't like us; got sorta reddish-brown skins, like Queenic here, and flat faces. Hair as black as yours, too."
"I think I've heard of these people," said the knight. "We had a man at the manor last year who'd been out West. But he called these red-skinned people Injuns."
"That a fact? I always thought an Injun was what made the hopper cars and flying machines go. It just shows you. Anyhow, we get in a fight with the Novvos about grazing rights and such, now and then. Mostly mounted-archery stuff. I'm purty good at it myself. See." He unfastened the flap of an elongated box that hung from his saddle, which proved to be a quiver. He took out the two halves of a steel bow. "Wish I had one of those trick saddles like youTS to pack my stuff in, 'steada hanging it all over till me and my horse looks like a Christmas tree. But I travel purty light, at that. You got to, when you only got one little horse like Queenie. I suppose that high cantle's mostly to keep you from getting shoved off the horse's rump by some guy's toothpick." Haas had been fitting the halves of the bow together. The bow had a sighting apparatus just above the grip.
"See the knot in that big pine? Now watch. Yeeow!" the mare jumped forward. Haas whipped an arrow from
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his quiver; the bow twanged. The Westerner swung his mount back, walked her up to the tree, and pulled the arrow out of the knot. "Maybe I shouldn't 'a' done that," he said. "We're getting purty close in to Albany, and maybe they got a regulation about shooting arrows inside the city limits. What's they to see in Albany?" One of the hoppers' hexagonal glassy dwellings had come into view among the old two-story frame houses.
"Not much," replied the knight, "The first thing I have to do is to go to the Office Building and have my travel permit stamped. How about you?"
"Oh, mine ain't that kind. I had it stamped in New York, and now I don't have to report to the hoppers again till I get out to Chicago. But 111 tag along with you. Far's I can see they ain't neither of us got to get anywheres in particular."
They waited on the sidewalk in front of the Office Building for a quarter of an hour before they had a chance to go in, for, of. course, they couldn't precede a hopper through the doors. By that time Sir Howard's steel-clad arm ached from saluting. A pair of the things passed him, chattering in thcit own incomprehensible tongue, which sounded like the twittering of birds. They smelled like very ripe cheese. He was startled to hear one of them suddenly switch to English. "Man!" it squeaked. "Why did you not salute?"
Sir Howard looked around, and saw that it was addressing Haas, who was standing stupidly with a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in hand. He pulled himself together, put away the smoking things, and took off his hat, "I'm sure sorry as all hell, your excellency, but I'm afraid I wasn't looking."
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,- "Control your language, Man," the hopper twittered. "Being sorry is no excuse. You know there is a five-dollar fine for not saluting."
; "Yes, your excellency. Thanks, your excellency, for reminding me."
"Smoking is forbidden inside anyway," the thing chirped. "But since you have assumed a more respectful attitude I shall not pursue the matter further. That is all, J&n."
"Thank you, your excellency." Haas put his hat back oh and followed Sir Howard into the building. The knight 1 heard him mutter, "I'm a peaceable man, but—"
Sir Howard found a man with a drooping white mustache at the travel-permit counter, who stamped his permit and entered his visit ■without comment. The man had the nervous, hangdog air that people got working around hoppers.
As they headed back to where their horses were tethered, Haas said, very low: "Say, How, do you reckon tbat hopper that bawled me out was showing off to his girl friend?"
"They don't have girl friends, Lyman," replied Sir Howard. "They don't have sexes. Or rather, each one of them is both male and female. It takes two to produce a crop of eggs, but they both lay them. Hermaphroditic, they call it."
Haas stared at him. "You mean they-" He doubled over, guffawing and slapping his chaps. "Boy, wouldn't I like to have a couple of 'em in a cage!"
£et'seatheee, How; we can w^ the railroad out the window. I to see the elephants go by."
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. I like lephants go by."
"Okay, Lyman. I guess this is about as good as any place in Amsterdam."
At the bar, men made way respectfully for the suit of armor. "Two Manhattans," ordered Six Howard.
"Straws, sir?" asked the barkeeper.
"Nope," mumbled the knight, struggling with his helmet. "At least, not if I can get this thing out of the way. Ahl" The bib came up finally. "I'll have to take the damned hat apart and clean it properly one of these days. The hinge is as dirty as a secondhand hog wallow."
"You know, How," said Haas, "that's one reason I never liked those iron hats much. For wearing, that is; I don't say nothing against them for flowerpots. I always figured, suppose a guy was to offer me a drink, sudden, and I had to wrassle all those visoTS and trapdoors and things out of the way. When I got ready to drink, the guy might have changed his mind." He took a sip and sighed happily. "You Yanks sure know how to mix cocktails.
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Out in Wyoming the cocktails are so lousy we take our poison mostly straight.
"It's a right handsome river, this Mohawk," he continued. "Wish I could say the same for some of the towns along it. I come up from New York through Connecticut; t&ey got some real pretty towns in Connecticut. But the riyer s okay. I like to watch the canal boats. Those canal-beat drivers sure know how to handle their horses."
* Somebody down the bar said loudly: "I still claim it afh't decent!" Heads were turned toward him. Somebody shushed him, but he went om "We all know he's been doing it for years, but he don't have to wave it in our faces like that. He might have taken her around a back alley, 'stead of dragging her right down the main street."
"Who dragged whom down what street?" Sir Howard asked a neighbor.
. "Kelly's been girling again," the man replied. "Only tliis time he had his gang grab her right here in town. Then they tied her on a horse, and Kelly led the procession right through the heart of town. I saw it; she sat up very . straight on the horse, like a soldier. She couldn't say any-tiling on account of the gag, of course. The people were sore. I think if somebody'd had a can opener he'd have taken a crack at Kelly, even though he had his lobsters With him. I would have."
"Huh?" said Haas blankly.
"He means," the knight explained, "that if he'd had a billhook or a polcax he'd have gone for this Kelly, in spite of his having a gang of full-armored men at his back. A half-armored man is a crab."
"You use some of the dangedest English here in the East," said Haas. "Who's this Kelly? Sounds kinda tough."
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Their informant looked at Haas' clothes and Sir Howard's trade-mark. "Strangers, aren't you? "Warren Kelly's tough, all right. He sells the townspeople 'protection.' You know, pay up or else. We're supposed to be part of Baron Schenectady's fee, but Scheneck spends his time in New York, and there's nobody to do anything. Kelly has a big castle up near Broadalbin; that'll be where he's taken this poor girl. He hasn't got a title, though at the present rate he's apt to before long—meaning no offense to the nobility," he added hastily, "Gentlemen, have you ever thought of the importance of insurance? My card, if you don't mind. My company has a special arrangement for active men-at-arms—"
Sir Howard and Haas looked at one another, slow grins forming. "Just like in storybooks," said the knight, "Ly-man, I think we might do a little inquiring around about this castle and its supei-toiigh ownei. Are you with me?"
"Sure, I'm way ahead of you. They'll be a hardware store open after we finish dinner, won't they? I want to buy some paint. I got an idea."
"We'll need a lot of ideas, my friend. You can't just huff and pufc and blow a concrete castle in, you know. Strategy is indicated."
The horse's hoofs clattered up to the side of the moat; the rider blew a whistle. A searchlight beam stabbed out from the walls, accompanied by a challenge. The light bathed Sir Howard van Slyck and his mount—with a difference. Paul Jones' feet had become white, and his black forehead had developed a big white diamond. On the rider's breastplate the Van Slyck maple-leaf insignia was concealed  under a  green  circle  with  a  black  triangle
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painted in the middle of it. The red-and-white flag was gone from the lance.
"I am Sir William Scranton of Wilkes-Barre!" shouted the knight. (He knew that northeastern Pennsylvania was full of noble Scrantons, and there ought to be several Williams among them.) "I'm passing through, and I've heard of Warren Kelly and should like to make his acquaintance!"
"Wait there," called the watcher. Sir Howard waited, listening to the croak of frogs in the moat and hoping his alias would stand inspection. He was in high Spirits. He'd had a moment of qualms about violating his promise to his father, but decided that, after all, rescuing a damsel in distress couldn't be fairly called "joining up in a local war."
The hinges of the drawbridge groaned as the cables supporting it were unreeled. He clattered into the yard. A blank-faced man said: "I'm Warren Kelly. Pleased to mectcha." The man was not very big, but quick in his movements. He had a long nose and prominent, slightly bloodshot eyes. He needed a haircut. Sir Howard saw him wince slightly when he squeezed his hand. He thought, why I could knock that little—but wait a minute; he must have something to make himself so feared. He's probablv a clever scoundrel.
They were in the hall, and Sir Howard had accepted the offer of a drink. "How's things down your way?" asked ■Rdy noncommittally. His expression was neither friendly ■K otherwise. Sir Howard opened wide the throttle of his swnous charm, no mean asset. He didn't want a kicker bolt between the shoulder blades before his enterprise was well started. He gave scraps of such gossip as he heard
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from Pennsylvania, praised his host's brandy, and told tall tales of the dread in which he had heard Kelly was held. Little by little the man thawed, and presently they were swapping stories. Sir Howard dredged up the foulest he could remember, but Kelly always went him one better. Some of them were a bit strong for even the knight's catholic taste, but he bellowed appreciatively. "Now," said Kelly with a bleak little smile, "let me tell you what we did to that hock-shop guy. This'll kill you; it's the funniest thing_you ever heard. You know nitric acid? Well, we took a glass tube, with some glass wool inside for a wick—"
Some of Kelly's men were lounging about, listening to the iadio and snooting crap. A bridge game was going in one corner. Sir Howard thought, it's time it happened. I mustn't glance up as if I were expecting something. If this doesn't work—He had no illusions about being able to seize the girl and hew his way through a score of experienced fighting men.
A faint tinkle of glass came from somewhere above. Kelly glanced up, frowned, and went on with his story. Then there was another tinkle. Something fell over and over, to land on the rug. It was a steel-tube arrow with duralumin vanes. The head had been thrust through a small bag of something that burned bluely with a horrible, choking stench.
"What the hell!" exclaimed Kelly, getting up. "Who's the funny guy?" He picked up the arrow, making a face and coughing as he did so. He walked over to the wall and barked into a voice tube: "Hey, you up there! Somebody's dropping sulphur bombs in here. Pick him off, nitwit!" A hollow voice responded something with:
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"Can't see him!" A man was running downstairs with another arrow. "Say chief, some bastitch shot this into my room, with a sulphur bag on it—"
Thti were all up now, swearing and wiping their ejres All the lousy nerve—" "This'll fumigate the place, i&ywa\ The cockroaches is gettin'—" "Shuddup, lug, the Sftlphtir don't stink no worse'n you." Sir Howard, coughing, prcs'-cd his handkerchief to his streaming eyes. Kelly fife* three short blasts on the loudest whistle the knight )&d e\er heard.
The men went into action like trained firemen. Doors ip the wall were snatched open; behind each door was a spit of armor. The men scrambled into their suits with a i(£eed Sir Howard wouldn't have believed possible. "Wan-fl(a come along, Wilkes-Barre?" asked Kelly. "If we catch flus gu\, 111 show you some real fun. I got a new idea I Want to trv, with burning pine slivers. Hey, you guys! First squadron only come with me; the rest stay here. Stand to arms; it may be some trick." Then they were half running, half walking to the court, where their horses already awaited them. They mounted with a great metallic clanging and thundered across the drawbridge.
"Spread out," snapped Kelly. "Butler, you take the north—"
"Yeeecow!" came a shriek from the darkness. "Damn Yank robbers! Hey, Kelly, who's your father? Bctcha don't know yourself!" Then they were off on the Broadalbin road, after a small shadowy form that seemed to float rather than gallop ahead of them.
Sir Howard pulled Paul Jones in slightly, so that man after man pounded past him, meanwhile loudly cursing his puzzled mount for his slowness. By the time they
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reached a turn he was in the tail. He pulled up sharply and whirled the gelding around on his hind legs—
In three minutes he was back at the castle, giving an excellent imitation of a man reeling in the saddle. Something red was splashed on his suit and on Paul Jones, and dripped from his left sollecet to the ground. "Ambush!" he yelled. "Kelly's surrounded just this side of Broadalbinl I was in the tail and cut my way cleail" He gasped convincingly. "Everybody out, quick!" In a minute the castle had disgorged another mob of gangsters. Again the black gelding didn't seem able to keep up with the headlong pace—
This time Sir Howard, when he reached the castle, tethered his mount to a tree outside the moat. There would be a few serving men in the castle yet, and they'd run Out to take his horse and ask questions if he rode in. The sentries would be on duty, too. He peered into the dark, and couldn't make out either one in the battlements. It was now or never. Thank God, they'd left the drawbridge down.
The court was empty. So was the hall. So was the dining room. Jeepers, he thought, isn't anybody home? I've got to find at least one manl He tiptoed toward the kitchen, a rather futile performance, as the suit gave out Jittlc scrapes and clashings no matter what he did.
Inside the door a fat, sweaty man wearing a high white cap was wiping a glass with a dishtowel. His mouth fell open, and he started to run at the sight of the naked sword, the glass shattering on the tiles. "No, you don't!" giowled the knight, and in four long strides he had the cook by the collar and the sword point over the man's right kidney. "One squeak and it'll be youi last. Where is everybody?"
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"Y-yessiT, chef's in bed with a cold, and the others have went to a movie in town." "Where is she?"
"She? I dunno who you—eek!" The point had been dug in an eighth of an inch. "She's in the guest room on the second Hoot—"
"All right, show me. March!"
The guest room had a massive oak door, held shut by a stout Yale lock. The lock was in a bronze mounting, and was evidently designed to keep people in the room rather than out.
"Where's the key?"
"I dunno, sir—I mean, Mr. Kelly's got it—" Sir Howard thought. He'd been congratulating himself on having thought of everything—and now this! He decided correctly that he'd only get a bruised shoulder trying to break down the door. He didn't know how to pick locks, even assuming that a cylinder lock was pickable. He'd have to hurry—hurry— Was that the hoofs of the returning troop? No, but they might be back any minute. If something happened to Haas—or if the second squadron caught up with the first—
"Lie down on your face next to the door," he snapped. "Yessir—you won't kill me, sir? I ain't done nothing." "Not yet, anyway." He rested his sword point on the man's back. "One move, and I'll just lean on this." With his free hand he took out his dagger and began unscrewing the four screws that held the lock mounting. If only the narrow blade would hold-It took an interminable time. As the last screw came out, the lock dropped with a soft thump onto the cook. Sir Howard opened the door.
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"Who arc you?" asked the girl, standing behind a chair. She was rather on the tall side, lie thought. That was nice. She wore the conventional pajavnalike clothes, and seemed more defiant than frightened. Her lightish hair was cut shorter and her skin was more tanned than was considered fashionable.
"Never mind that; I've come to get you out. Come oh, quick!"
"But who arc you? I don't trust—"
"You want to get out, don't you?"
"Yes, but—"
"Then stow the chatter and come along. Kclly'li be back any minute. 1 won't eat you. Yeowp, damn, that's done it!" The cook had rolled suddenly to his feet, and his cries of "Hc-elp!" were diminishing down the corridor. "Come on, for God's sake!"
When they reached the hall, a man in half-armor was coming down the other stair—the one that led to the sentry walk. He was coming two steps at a time, holding a poleax at port arms.
"Stand clear!" Sir Howard flung at the girl, slapping his visor down. A second man appeared at the head of the stair; the first was halfway cross the room. The first lunged ■with his can opener. Sir Howaid swayed his body to let the point go over his shoulder; then their bodies met with a clang. The knight snapped his right fist up to the man's jaw, using the massive sword guard as a knuckle duster. The man went down, and the other was upon him. He was even bigger than Sir Howard, and he brandished his poleax like a switch. At the business end the weapon had a blade like that of a cleaver. From the back side of the
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blade projected a hook—for pulling men off horses—and from the end extended 3 foot-long spike.
Sir Howard, skipping away from a stab at his foot, thought, if there's anyone else in the castle this anvil chorus of ours will bring them out quickly. There was a particularly melodious bonggg as the blade struck his helmet; he saw stars and wondered whether his neck had been broken. Then the butt end whirled around to trip him. He staggered and went down on one knee; as he started to recover, the point was coming at his visor. He ducked under it and swung. He couldn't hope to cut through the duralumin shaft but his blade bit into the tendons on the back of the man's unprotected left hand. Now!
But the man, dropping his polcax, was dancing back out of reach, flicking blood from his wounded hand. His sword came out with a wheep almost before the knight had regained his feet. Then they were at it again. Feint-lunge-parry-riposte-recover-cut-parry-jab-double-lunge. Ting-clang-swish-bong-zing. Sir Howard, sweating, realized he'd been backing. Another step back—another—the fellow was getting him in a corner. The fellow was a better swordsman than he. Damn! The sentry's point had just failed to slide between the bib and plastorn into his throat. The fellow was appallingly good. You couldn't touch him. Another step back—he couldn't take many more or he'd be against the walls.
The girl had picked up one o( the light chairs around the card table. She tiptoed over and swung the chair against the back of the sentry's legs. He yelled, threw up his arms, and fell into a ridiculous squatting position, with his hands on the floor behind him. Sir Howard aimed for
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his face and put his full weight behind the lunge; felt the point crunch through the sinuses.
"The other one!" she cried. The other sentry was on his hands and knees across the room, feeling around for his weapon. "Hadn't you better kill him, too?"
"No time; run!" They went, chnk, dank, chnk, into the dark. "Never. . .mind. . .him," the knight panted. "Much. . .as. . .1. . .admire. . .your. . .spirit. Damn.'" He had almost run off the edge of the drawbridge. "Be. . . smart. . .to. . .diovm. . .myself. . .in. . .moat. . .now."
OOD HEAVENS,  I MUST  HAVE  SLEPT
 morning! What time is it,
	       ;ase, Sir Knight?"
Sir Howard glanced at his wrist, then remembered that his watch was under his gauntlet and vambrace. It was a good watch, and the knight's economical soul would have squirmed at the idea of wearing it outside when there was a prospect of a fight. He got up and looked at the clock built into the pommel of his saddle. "Eleven-thirty," he announced. "Sleep well?"
"Like a top. I suppose your friend hasn't appeared yet?"
Sir Howard looked through the pines at the gently rolling, sandy landscape. Nothing moved in it save an occasional bird. "No," he replied, "but that doesn't mean anything. We're to wait till daik. If he doesn't show up by then we'll move on to—wherever we're going."
The girl was looking, too. "I see you picked a place without a house in sight for your rendezvous. I. . .uh. . . don't suppose there's anything to eat, is there?"
"Nope; and I fee! as though I could eat a horse and chase the driver. We'll just have to wait."
She looked at the ground. "I don't mean to look a
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gift rescuer in the mouth, if you know what I mean. ..,>. but. . .1 don't suppose you'd want to tell me your real
Sir Howard came to with a snort. "My real. . .how the devil did you know?"
"I hope you don't mind, but in the sunlight you can see that that trademark's been painted on over another one. Even with all that blood on yom suit."
Sir Howard grinned broadly. "The gore of miscreants is more beautiful than a sunset, as it says in a book somewhere. I'll make you an offer: I'll tell you my real name if you'll tell me yours!"
It was the girl's turn to start, deny, and interrogate. "Simple, my dear young ]ady. You say you're Mary Clark, but you have the letters SM embroidered on your blouse, and an S on your handkerchief. Fair enough, huh?"
"Oh, very well, my name is Sara Waite Mitten. Now how about yoms, smaity?"
"You've heard of the Poughkeepsie Van Slycks?" Sir Howard gave a precis of his position in that noble family. As he was doing so, Paul Jones ambled over and poked the girl with his nose. She started to scratch his forehead, but jerked her hand away. "What's his name?" she asked. The knight told her.
"Where did you get it?"
"Oh, I don't know; it's been a name for horses in our family for a long time. I suppose there was a man by that name once; an important man, that is."
"Yes," she said, "there was. He was a romantic sort of man, just the sort that would have gone around rescuing maidens from captivity, if there'd been any maidens in captivity. He had a sense of humor, too. Once when the
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ship he commanded was being chased by an enemy, he kept his ship just out of range, so that the broadsides from the enemy's guns fell just short. Jones posted a man in the stern of his ship with orders to Teturn each broadside with one musket shot. A musket was a kind of light gun they had in those days."
"He sounds like a good guy. Was he handsome, too?"
"Well"—the girl cocked her head to one side—"that depends on the point of view. If you consider apes handsome, Paul Jones was undoubtedly good-looking. By the way, I notice that your Paul Jones' coloring comes off when you rub him." She held up a paint-smeared hand. The gelding had no desire to be scratched or petted; he was hoping for sugar. As none was forthcoming, he walked off. Sally Mitten continued: "When I first met you, I decided you were just a big, active young man with no particular talents except for chopping up people you didn't like. But the whole way the rescue was planned, and your noticing the initials on my clothes, seem to show real intelligence."
"Thanks. My family never credited me with much brains, but maybe I'll disappoint them yet. It just occured to me that I needn't have told you who I was; I could have explained the trademark by saying I'd bought this suit secondhand."
"But you'd hardly have repainted your horse, even if he was secondhand, also, would you?"
"Say, you're the damnedest young person. No matter what I say you go me one better." He thought a minute, and asked, "How long were you in Kelly's castfe?"
"Three days."
Three days, eh? A lot could happen in that time. But
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if she wasn't going to tell him about it of her own accord, he certainly wasn't going to ask her. The question was, in fact, never referred to by either again.
"And where," asked Sir Howard, "did you get all that information about Paul Jones, and the times when men had guns, and so forth?"
"Out of books, mostly."
"Books, huh? I didn't know there were books on those things, unless the hoppers have some. Speaking of the devil—" He tilted his head back to watch a flying machine snore overhead and dwindle to a mote in the cloudless sky. There was the sound of a quickly indrawn breath beside him. He turned to the girl. Her voice was low and intensely serious. "Sir Howard, you've done me a great service, and you want to help me out, don't you? Well, whatever happens, I don't want to fall into their hands. I'd rather go back to Kelly's castle."
"But what—" He stopped. She seemed genuinely frightened. She hadn't l?een at all frightened of Kelly, he thought; merely angry and contemptuous.
"You don't have to worry about me," he reassured her. "I don't like rhem, either." He told her about his brother. "And now," he said, "I'm going to catch a couple of hours' sleep. Wake me if anybody comes in sight."
It seemed to him that he had hardly found a comfortable position before his shoulder was being shaken. "Wake up!" she said, "Wake. . .up. . .oh, confound you, wake. . .up!"
"Haas?" he mumbled, blinking.
"No, one of them. I shook you and shook you—"
He got up so suddenly that he almost upset her. His sleepiness was as though it had never been.
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The sun was low in the sky. Over the sand and grass a two-wheeled vehicle was approaching the group of pines. Sir Howard glanced at Paul Jones, nibbling contentedly at the tops of timothy weeds. "No use trying to run," he said. "It would see us, and those cycles can go like a lightning flash late for a date. Three or four times as fast as a horse, anyway. We'll have to bluff it out. Maybe it doesn't want us, really."
The vehicle headed straight into the pines and purred to a stop, remaining upright on its two wheels. The rounded lucite top opened, and a hopper got out unhurriedly. The two human beings saluted. They became aware of the faint cheesy odor of the thing.
"You are Sir William Scranton," it chirped.
Sir Howard saw no reason for denying such a flat statement. "Yes, your excellency."
"You killed Warren Kelly last night."
"No, your excellency." The beady black eyes under the leather helmet seemed to bore into him. The pointed face carried no message of emotion. The ratlike whiskers quivered as they always did.
"Do not contradict, Man. It is known that you did."
Sir Howard's mouth was dry, and his bones seemed to have turned to jelly. He who had been in six pitched battles without turning a hair, and who had snatched a robber chief's captive out from under his nose, was frightened. The hopper's clawed hand rested casually on the butt of a small gun in a belt holster. Sir Howard, like most human beings of his time, was terrified of guns. He had no idea of how they worked. A hopper pointed a harmless-looking tool at you, and there was a flash and a small thunderclap, and you were dead with a neat hole the size
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of your thumb in your plate. That was all. Resistance to creatures commanding such powers was hopeless. And where resistance is hopeless, courage is so rare as to lay the possessor thereof open to the charge of having a screw loose.
He tried another tack. "I should have said, your excellency, that I do not remember killing Kelly. Besides, the killing of a man is not against the higher law." (He meant hopper law.)
That seemed to stop the hopper. "No," it squeaked. "But it is inconvenient that you should have killed Kelly." It paused., as if trying to think up an excuse for making an arrest. "You h'ed when you said that you did not kill Kelly. And the higher law is what we say it is." A little breeze made the pines whisper. Sir Howard, chilled, felt that Death was moving among them, chuckling.
The hopper continued: "Something is wrong here. We must investigate you and your accomplice." Sir How-aid, out of the comer of his eye, saw that Sally Mitten's lips were pressed together in a thin red line.
"Show me your tiavel permit, Man."
Sir Howard's heart seemed likely to burst his ribs at each beat. He walked over to Paul Jones and opened a pocket in the saddle stuffed with papers. lie thumbed through them, and selected a tourist-agency circular advertising the virtues of the Thousand Islands. This he handed the hopper.
The creature bent over the paper. The knight's sword whirled and flashed with a wht ot cloven air. There was a meaty chug.
Sir Howard leaned on his sword, waiting for the roaring in his ears to cease. He knew that he had come as near
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to fainting as lie ever had in his life, A few feet away lay the hopper's head, the beady eyes staring blankly. The rest of the hopper lay at his feet, its limbs jerking slightly, pushing the sand up into little piles with its hands and feet. Blue-green blood spread out in a widening pool. A few pine needles gyrated slowly on its surface.
The girl's eyes were round. "What . .what7}] we do now?" she asked. It was barely more than a whisper.
"I don't know. I don't know. I never heard of anything like this before." He took his fascinated gaze away from the cadaver, to look over the dunes. "Look, there's Haas!" His blood began to run warm again. The foreigner might not be able to help much, but he'd be company.
The Westerner rode up jauntily, his chaps flapping ;ainst Queenie's flanks. He called: "Hiya, folks! Had the jyil's own time gettin' rid of those lobsters, you call 'em. I to drown—" He stopped as he saw the hopper, and l long whistle. "Well.  .  .1.  .  .never. Say, boy,  I Jught maybe you had nerve, but I never heard of no-y doing that. Maybe you'd like to hy something safe, rassling a grizzly, or tying a knot in a piece of lightning?" He smiled uneasily.
"I had to," said Sir Howard. His composure was restored by the Westerner's awe. He'd mounted the wild stallion of revolt, and there was nothing to do bat ride it with what aplomb he could musteT. "He asked to see my permit, and I'd have been arrested for trade-mark infringement or something." He introduced Sally Mitten, and gave a resume of events.
"We've got to get rid of it, quickly," the girl broke in. "When they're out patrolling the way this one was, they report to their station by radio every hour or so.
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When this one fails to report, the others will start a search for it."
"How will they do that, miss?" asked Haas.
"They'll make a big circle around the place it last reported from, and close in, meanwhile keeping the area under observation from the air."
"Sounds sensible. From what you tell me, this one was on an official mission or something, so his buddies'll have an idea where he was about the time he got whittled. So we'll be inside the circle. How'll we get rid of him? If we just buried him—"
"They might use dogs to locate it," said the girl.
"Well, now if we could sink him in the river or something. This Hans Creek yonder ain't deep enough."
Sir Howard was frowning at one of the large-scale maps he had bought in Amsterdam the previous evening. "The Sacandaga Reservoir is over across those hills," he said, pointing north.
"No," said Sally Mitten. "We've got to get rid of its cycle, too. You couldn't get it over Maxon Ridge. I know: put it in Round Lake. That's just out of sight east of here."
"Say, miss, do you cany a map of this whole country around in your head?" inquired Haas quizzically.
"I've lived near here most of my life. We'll put some clean sand and pine needles on the blood spots. And Sir HowaTd, you'll want to clean your sword blade at the first opportunity."
"Your little lady's okay, How," said Haas, dismounting. "Only she ain't so little, at that. Fall to, folks. You take his head—I mean his arms; the head comes separate. Don't get any of that blue stuff on you. In we go! Ifs
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nice these things stand up on their two wheels even when they ain't moving; it']] make it easy to push."
"Punch some holes in the Incite," said Sally Mitten. "That'll let the vehicle sink more quickly."
"Danged if she doesn't think of everything," said Haas, getting to work with his knife on the thin cowling. He grinned. "How, I'd sure like to hear the other hoppers, if they do find him, trying to figure out what happened to him. If I could understand their canary talk, that is. Say, miss, you got any ideas how to get out of this circle if they start looking before we get away? And which way had we ought to go?"
"I'll show you, Mr. Haas. I think I know how it can be done. And if you desperate characters want to hide out, come with me. I know fust the place. We'll have to huny. Oh, you didn't bring any food with you, did you? I couldn't have eaten anything a few minutes ago, but I'm hungry again, now that it is out of sight. And I imagine Sir Howard is, also."
"Danged if I didn't forget. I stopped on the way and got some hot dogs, I figured you might be kinda hollow by now." He produced a couple of Cellophane-wrapped sandwiches. "They'll be kinda dry. But for flavor you might put on a little of that blood How's got on his armor."
The girl looked at the splotches on the suit. Sir Howard, grinning, wiped some of the sticky, almost-dry redness off and put his finger in his mouth. Sally Mitten gulped, looked as though she were going to gag. But she grimly followed suit. "I'll show you humorists!" Her expression changed ludicrously. "Strawberry jaml" Haas dodged, chortling, as her fist swept past his nose.
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/ certainly doing a thorough job. JL Can anybody see whether they've reached the water yet?" It was Sally Mitten speaking. They lay in a clump of pines, looking across the Sacandaga Reservoir, spread out in a placid sheet before them and stretching out of sight to right and left. An early bat zigzagged blackly across the twilight. On the far side of the water, little things like ants moved about; these were hopper vehicles. One by one their lights went on.
"I wish it would get dark more quickly," the girl continued. "This stunt of ours depends on exact timing. They're almost at the water now."
"Too bad we couldn't get farther away before they started hunting," commented Haas. "We might 'a' got outside the circle. Say, How, suppose they do meet up with us. Who'll we be?"
Sir Howard thought. "I registered last at Albany, and gave my destination as Watertown and the Thousand Islands. Said I was going up there to fish, which I thought I was. And the hoppers will be looking for a William Scianton. So maybe I'd just better be myself."
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"Maybe," said Haas. "And then, maybe you better get rid of that fake trade-mark. Or will it wash off in the reservoy?"
"No; that's a waterproof lacquer. You need alcohol ; to get it off."
.:         "Well, what's wrong with that there bottle of snakebite medicine you got in your saddle?"
"What? But that's good whiskey! Oh, very well, I suppose this is more important." Sir Howard regretfully got out the bottle. Haas found a sock in his duffel bag that was more hole than fabric, opined that it was purty near wore out, anyway, and went to work on the knight's plastron. "Say," he said, "how do you reckon you're gonna swim over half a mile in that stovepiping?"
"He isn't," said Sally Mitten. "We're going to strip."
"Wha-a-t?" Tlie Westerner's scandalized voice rose in pitch. "You mean go swimmin' all nekkid—all three of
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"Certainly. You don't think we want to go Tunning around on a cold night in wet clothes, do you? Or run into a hopper and have to explain how we got wet?"
Haas turned back to his work, clucking. "Well, I never. I never. I knowed Yanks was funny people, but I never. It just shows you. Say, miss, you sure we couldn't get away by going around the end of the reservoy?"
"Good heavens, no. They'll be thickest around there. The whole idea is that the one time when there'll be a gap in the circle will be when they reach the water on the other side, and the ones who come up on the shore will separate, half of them going around each end of the reservoir, to re-form then circle on this side. If we're in the water when that happens, and it's dark enough so they
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don't see us, we'll find ourselves outside the circle automatically"
"How we gonna get How's tin suit across if he don't wear it? The cayuses'll be purty well loaded down as 'tis."
"We'll make a raft. You can cut some of the little pines and tie them together with those ropes of yours."
"Guess we could at that. There, How, your breastplate's O.K. I gijess it's dark enough so they wouldn't see us moving around, huh?" He got up, took out his saber, and began lopping blanches from a sapling.
The knight did likewise, "Wish I had my $x along," he said. "I didn't want to load Paul Jones down with too much junk. How big do we want this raft?"
"How heavy's your suit?"
"Forty-two pounds. Then there's my lance—we don't want that sticking up like a mast from its boot—and my sword, and all oar clothes."
"Better make it four by four, with two courses."
"Hurry," said Sally Mitten. "They're at the shore now; I can see the reflection of then lights on the water."
"Whowasityoudrowned,Lyman?" asked Sif Howard,
"Oh that. I had the dangedest time with those fellas. They was fast, in spite of their hardware. And the little one up front, who was ordering the rest around, could ride like the devil hisself. He had a flashlight and kept it on me. I kept going until Queenie began to puff, and I seen they was still coming. So— What's that little fiver that runs through BrOadaibin?"
"Kenneatto Cieek," Sally Mitten told him,
"Well, whert I got to a little bridge that goes over this Kenny. . .Kenneatto Creek—here, How, you pull tight on the end of that rope—I turned off into the water.
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I found a place under some tiees where it was nice and dark, with the water about up to Queenie's belly. And then when these here lobsters hit the bridge I roped this little guy in the lead. He went off just as nice as you please into the creek. He was in about ten foot of water with that armor on. The only bad thing was I had to cut my good rope and leave most of it in the creek, because if I'd held it tight he might 'a' pulled hisself out with it, and his pals was beginning to hunt around to see why their boss went into the drink, naturally. I bought some more rope at a store on the way back to Round Lake. But I don't like it. It don't handle quite the same as a Western rope. I gotta practice up with it. And this holding a raft together won't do it no good."
"I see," said Sir Howard. "That's why the hoppers think I killed Warren Kelly. They don't know about you, but they knew I'd called at the castle—at least, that somebody calling himself William Scranton did."
"You mean I drowned the big tough guy hisself? You don't say'. I guess that raft's okay now. Look, miss, we'll put it on How's saddle, and you balance it while we lead the critters."
Ten minutes later there was a metallic twang in front. Sir Howard called back softly: "It's a wire fence; looks about ten feet high. I guess we couldn't see it from up on the bluff."
"That's nice," said Haas. "We should 'a' remembered that folks put fences around reservoys to keep critters from going and dying in 'em. Don't suppose anybody's got any wire cutters?"
"No," hissed the knight. "We'll have to use that hunting knife of yours."
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"What? Hey, you can't do that! It'll ruin the blade!"
"Can't be helped. I've spoiled the point of my dagger getting Miss Mitten's door in the castle opened, so you oughtn't to kick."
The knife was passed up, and there were low grunts in the dark from the knight as he heaved, and twang after twang as the strands gave.
"All right," he whispered. "If we pull the horses' heads down, we can get 'em through. Take my toothpick out of the boot, will you?"
They were through. Sir Howard said: "Come here, Lyman, and hold these wires while I twist the ends back together. No use advertising to them which way we've gone."
"Quiet," said Sally Mitten. "Sound carries over water, you know. Hurry up; the hoppers are going off toward the ends of the reservoir. I can tell by their lights." On the far shore the little needles of light were, in fact, moving off to right and left.
"Say, miss," came Haas's plaintive murmur, "can't I leave my underwear on? I'm 3 modest man."
"No, you can't," snapped the girl. "If you do, you'll catch pneumonia, and I'll have to nurse you. There's nothing but starlight, anyway."
"I'm c-cold," continued the Westerner. "How's gonna take all night getting that hardware off."
Sit Howard looked up from his complicated task to see two ghostly fonns standing over him hugging themselves and hopping up and down to keep warm. "You go ahead and fix the ropes," he said. "I'll be ready with this in a few minutes. I have to be careful how I pile the pieces or I'm liable to lose parts of it."
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The preparations were finally complete. The raft, piled with steel and garments, lay on the sand, connected to Queenie's saddle by a long rope. Another rope trailed from Paul Jones.
"All right, get!" Sir Howard slapped the gelding's rump and waded into the water. He and Sally Mitten each held the rope. Haas did likewise with the mare. The horses didn't want to swim, and had to be prodded and pulled. But they were finally in deep wateT, the ropes with their burdens trailing behind.
Sir Howard was thinking how warm the water gurgling in his right ear was when something hit him in the left eye. "Damn!" he whispered. "Trying to blind me?"
"What did I do?" came the answer from up ahead.
"Stuck your toe in my eye. Why don't you keep on your own side of the rope?"
"I am on my own side. Why don't you keep your face out of my foot?"
"So that's it, huh? I'll fix yon, young lady! You're not ticklish, are you?" He pulled himself forward hand over hand. But the girl dived like a seal. Holding the rope, the knight raised his hand to peer over the starlit water. Then two slim but starthngly strong hands caught his ankles and dragged him under.
When he came up and shook the water out of his head he heard a frantic hiss from Haas: "For gossake, cut out the water-polo game, you two. You sound like a coupla whales on a drunk!"
They were silent. The only sounds, besides the little night noises of insect and frog, were the heavy breathing of the horses and the gurgle of water sliding past them.
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closer- Then suddenly it loomed before them, and they were touching bottom. After the quiet, the splashing of the horses through the shallows sounded like Niagara.
They lay on the beach. Sally Mitten said: "Can you see?" She was making maiks in the sand. "Here's the reservoir, and here we are. My people and I live up in the Adirondack. Now we can get there this way, by the Sacan-daga Lakes. There's a good road up to Speculator and Piseco. But there's lots of traffic for just that reason. People going up to fish on the Sacandaga Lakes. And we want to be seen as little as possible. We'd better stay on this side of the Sacandaga River and follow the west branch to Piseco Lake. Then I know a trail from there to our place by way of the Cedar Lakes. It's hard going, but we're not likely to meet anybody.
"I normally come down to Amsterdam by way of Camp Perkins and Speculator; there's an old road down the Jessup in pretty good shape. We buy most of our supplies at Speculator; I only go down to Amsterdam once a month or so. And it would be just my luck to be there when that—" She stopped.
"How do you get to Amsterdam?" asked Sii Howard. "That looks like a pretty' long walk."
"It is; I have a bicycle. I mean I had a bicycle. The last I saw of it it was standing on the sidewalk at Amsterdam. It'll be gone by now. And I left my on!y decent hat at Kelly's castle. It's a good two-day trip. It'll take us much longer, since we're not following the good roads." She carefully rubbed out the map. "We'll want to obliterate our tracks on the beach, and the horses', too."
"Why do you suppose the hoppers are so concerned
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about Kelly?" he asked. "They don't usually interfere in man-to-man quarrels."
"Don't you know? They were backing him. Not openly; they don't do things that way. Schenectady's barony was getting too big, so they set Kelly up in business to break it up. Divide et impera."
"What?"
"Divide and rule. That's their whole system—keeping men split up into little quarreling States the size of postage stamps."
"Hm-ni-m. You seem to know a lot about them."
"I've been studying them for a long time."
"I suppose so. What you say gives me a lot to think about. Say, do you suppose your. . .uh. . .people will want to have a couple of strangers with our fearful records?"
"On the contrary, Sir Howard—"
"I'd rather you dropped the 'Sir.'"
"Yes? Any particular reason?"
"Well—I don't know just how to say it, but. . .uh. . . it seems rather silly. I mean, we're all comrades together. Uh. . .you and Haas are as good men as I am, if you know what I mean, in the time I've known you."
"I think I understand." She was smiling quietly in the dark. "What I was saying was, you and he are just the sort of people we're looking for; men who have daTed raise their hands against them. There aren't many. It sets you apart from other people, you know. You couldn't ever quite go back to the way you were."
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"Good heavens/' said Sally Mitten, "I forgot about the moon! We'll have to get dressed and get ovit of hete, quickly. I'm dry, thank goodness. Lyman—why, he's asleep!" The Westerner lay prone, his head pillowed on his arm, his breath coming with little whistlings.
"You can't blame him," said Sir Howard. "It's his first in thirty-six hours. But I'll fix that." He leaned over the recumbent form and raised his arm, the hand open and slightly cupped. Sally Mitten grabbed his wrist. "No! That'll make a noise like a gunshot! They'll heaT it in Amsterdam!" She gurgled with suppressed laughter. "But it does seem a shame to waste such a chance, doesn't it?"
"You're limping, Howard," said Sally Mitten. She was sitting in his saddle, with the bottom of her trousers gathered in by string tied around her ankles. Behind heT the knight's armor, the pieces neatly nested together and lashed into a compact bundle, rode Paul /ones' broad rump. The pile of steel gave out little tinny noises.
"No, I'm not," he said. "At least, not much. It's just another blister." He was walking in front of his horse, wearing a pair of riding boots from which four days of plowing through Adirondack brush had permanently banished the shine, and using his lance as an overgrown walking stick. He wore a red beret pulled down over his ears. Lyman Haas brought up the Tear, swaying easily in the saddle and rolling a cigarette. Though the temperature was nearly eighty, all three wore gloves (Sally Mitten's being several sizes too large) and had their shirt collars turned up. They slapped constantly at theiT faces.
"Just another blister! You stop right now, young man, and we'll fix it. Have you any bandages? You don't do any
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more walking today. Those breeches and boots are all very well for riding, but not foT walking around these parts."
"It's nothing, really. Besides, it's my turn to walk. The schedule says I walk for half an hour yet."
"Get 5'our lasso out, Lyman; he's going to be stubborn."
"Better do what the lady says," said Haas. "Sure, miss, he's got iodine and gauze in one of the pockets of that saddle. That there's a magic saddle. You just wish, and say hocus-pocus, and push a button, and whatever you want pops out. You see why How uses an outsize horse; no ordinary critter could carry all that stuff. I sometimes think maybe he oughta rented an elephant from the railroad."
"Just like the White Knight," said Sally Mitten. "And me without even a toothbrush of my own!"
"The who?" asked Sir Howard.
"The White Knight; a character in a book called "I'hrough the Looking Glass.' Does your equipment include any mousetraps or beehives? His did."
"That a fact?" said Haas. "Sounds to me like the guy was plumb eccentric. Now, How, you brace your other foot on this here root and I'll pull. Unh!" The boot came off, revealing two large toes protruding through a hole in the sock. "Say," said the Westerner, sniffing, "you sure that foot ain't dead? Damn!" He slapped at his cheek.
"I should have warned you it was black-fly time," said Sally Mitten. "They'll be gone in a few weeks."
"I haven't got a mousetrap," said Sir Howard, "but I have a clockwork mechanical razor and a miniature camera, if they'll do. And a pair of bird glasses. You know, my hobby's prowling around looking for yellow-billed cuckoos
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and golden-winged ■waibleis. My biothet Fiank used to say it was my only redeeming trait." He slapped at his jaw, decorated with streaks o£ dried blood from fly bites. "Perhaps I ought to have kept my suit on. It would at least keep these bugs out, unless they can bite through steel." He slapped again. "This trail is more like a jungle than any I ever saw. Why doesn't somebody get an ax and a scythe and clean it out?"
Sally Mitten answered: "That's just the point. If it were a nice clear trail everybody'd use it, and we don't want that. We've even planted things on trails we didn't want people to use."
Haas said: "It's thicker'n any brush I ever seen. It's different out my way; the timber, what they is, grows nice and far apart, so you can get through it 'thout being 3 snake." He lit his cigarette and went on: "This is what you call mountains, is it? I'm afraid you Yanks don't know what real mountains aie. You take the Mt. Oriey you showed me; in Wyoming we wouldn't bother to give a little molehill like that a. name, even. Say, Miss, have we gat much more swamps to wade through? It's a wonder to me how you can walk around at night in this country 'thout falling into some mudhole or pond. I'd think the folks would have growed web feet, like a duck."
"No," said Sally Mitten, "we're through with the Cedar Lakes. If you look through the trees up ahead you can see Little Moose Mountain. That's where we're going." She slapped her neck.
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 run ahead to warn her people. /The next minute she was scrambling up the steep shoulder of the mountain, pulling herself up by branches and bushes. The two men continued their slow switchback ride. Haas said: "Danged if I don't think it'd be easier to cut right across country than to try to follow what they call a trail around here."
Sir Howard watched the girl's retreating figure. It dwindled to thumb-size. He saw no sign of human habitation. But a man came out of some poplars, and then another. Even at that distance the knight could make out embraces and back-slappings. He felt a slight twinge of something or otheT, together with a devouring curiosity as to what sort of "people" this mysterious girl might have.
When he and Haas finally reached the level space on which the three stood, she was still talking animatedly. She turned as they dismounted, and introduced them. "This," she said, "is Mr. Elsmith, our boss." They saw a man in his late forties, with thin yellow hair, and mild brown eyes behind glasses. He gripped their hands with both of his in a way that said more than words. "And this
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Eli Cahoon." The other man was older, with white hair under the world's oldest felt hat. He was dressed in typical north-woods fashion, his pants held up by one gallus and rolled up at the bottoms to show mud-caked laced boots. "Lyman, you've been calling us York Staters Yankees; Eli's the genuine article. He comes from Maine."
Sir Howard had been looking through the poplars. He saw that what he had first thought to be a cave was actually a good-sized one-story house, almost buried under tons of soil blending into the mountainside, and artfully camouflaged with vegetation. You couldn't see it at all until you were right on top of it.
The man named Cahoon moved his long jaw, opened his thin mouth to show crooked, yellow snags, and spat a brown stream. "Nice wuck," he said, "gcttin' our Sally outa that castle." His forearms were thick and sinewy, and he moved like a cat.
"Wasn't nothing to it," drawled Haas. "I just called 'em names to make 'em mad, and How, here7 walked in and tuck her while they was out chasing me."
Sir Howard was surprised to see that Elsmirh was up and fully dressed already. The man smiled at him, showing a pair of squirrel teeth. Somehow he reminded the knight of a friendly rabbit.
"We keep early hours here," he said. "You'd better get up if you want any breakfast. Though how you can eat anything after the dinner you put away last night I don't just see."
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some day, so I'd better take what's offered. To tell the truth, we were all about ready to try a birch-bark salad with pond-scum dressing when we arrived. And we'd have been hungrier yet if Haas hadn't shot a fawn on the way up."
During breakfast Sir Howard, who was not, these days, an unobservant young man, kept his eyes and ears open for clues to the nature of this menage. Elsmith talked like a man of breeding, by which the knight meant a member of his own predatory feudal aristocracy. In some ways, that was. Sir Howard decided that he was probably a decayed nobleman who had offended the hoppers and was hiding out in consequence. Sally Mitten called him "Uncle Homer." On the other hand, Elsmith and the girl had something about them—a tendency to use unfamiliar words and to throw mental abstractions around— that set them apart from any people the knight had ever known. Cahoon—who pronounced his name in one syllable—was obviously not a gentleman. But on the rare occasions when he said anything at all, the statements in his tight-lipped Yankee accent showed a penetrating keenness that Sir Howard wouldn't have expected of a lower-class person.
After breakfast Sir Howard lounged around, his pipe going, speculating on his own future. He couldn't just sit and impose on these people's hospitality indefinitely, rescue or no rescue. He was sure they'd expect something of him, and wondered what it would be.
He was not left in doubt long.
"Come along, Van Slyck," said Elsmith. "We're putting in some potatoes today."
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to the surface with a rush. "Me plant potatoes?" It was a cry more of astonishment than resentment.
"Why, yes. We do." Elsmith smiled slightly. "You're in another world now, you know. You'll Snd a lot of things to surprise you."
If the man had spoken harshly, the knight would have probably marched out and departed in dudgeon. As it was, his inchoate indignation evaporated. "I suppose you're right. There's a lot of things I don't know."
Bending humbly over his row in the potato patch, he asked Elsmith; "Do you raise all your own stuff?"
"Just about. We have some hens, and we raise a shoat each year. And Eli pots a deer now and then. There's a set of vegetable trays around the mountain a way; carefully hidden, of course. You'd never find them unless I showed you the place. It's surprising how many vegetables you can raise in a small space that way."
"Raising vegetables in trays? I never heard of that."
"Oh, yes, once upon a time tray agriculture was widely practiced by men. But the hoppers decided that it saved too much labor and abolished it. They don't want us to have too much spare time, you know. We might get ideas."
In Sir Howard's mind such statements were like lightning flashes seen through a window, briefly illuminating a vast country whose existence he had never suspected.
He asked: "Are you Sally's uncle?"
"No. She's really my secretary. Her father was my closest friend. He built this place. Eli worked for him, and stayed on with me when Mr. Mitten died six years ago."
In the afternoon Efemith announced that that would
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be all the potatoes for today, and that he had correspondence to attend to. In the living room, Sir Howard noticed a stack of water-color landscapes against one of the plain timber walls. "Did you paint those?" he asked.
"Yes. They're smuggled down to New York, where an artist signs his own name to them and sells them as his."
"Sounds like a dirty trick."
"No; it's necessary. This artist is a good friend of mine. We don't need much cash here, but we've got to have some, and that's one way of getting it. Eli traps for furs in the winter for the same reason.
"Look, I've got to dictate to Sally for a couple of hours; why don't you look over some of these books?" He pointed to the shelves that covered most of one wall. "Let's sec. . . I'd recommend this . . . and this . . . and these."
The books were mostly very old. TheiT yellow pages seemed to have been dipped in some sort of glassy lacquer. As a preservative, thought Sir Howard. He started reading reluctantly, more as a courtesy to his host than anything. Then sentence after startling sentence caught his attention-He was startled when Elsmith, standing quietly in front of him, said: "How do you like them?"
"Good Lord, have I been reading for hours? I'm afraid I haven't gotten very far. I've never been much of a reader, and I had to keep looking things up in the dictionary.
"To be frank, I don't know what to think of them. If they're true, they upset all the ideas I ever had. You take this one by Wells, for instance. It tells a story of where men came from that's entirely different from what
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I learned in school. Men practicing science—governments I never heard of running whole continents—no mention of hoppers ruling over them—I just can't grasp it all."
"I expected that," said Elsmith. "You know, Van Slyck, there comes a time in most men's lives when they look around them and begin to suspect that many of the eternal truths they learned at their mothers' knees are neither eternal nor true.
"Then they do one of two things. Some resolve to keep an open mind, to observe and inquire and experiment, and to try to find out what is the nature of Man and the universe. But most of them feel uncomfortable. To get rid of the discomfort, they suppress then doubts arid wrap themselves in the dogmas of their childhood. To avoid any repetition of the discomfort, they even suppress—violently —people who don't share the same set of beliefs.
"You, my boy, are faced with that choice now. Think it over."
After dinner Sir Howard said to Elsmith: "In one of those books I was looking over, it said something about how important it was to get all the information you could before making up your mind about something. And what I've seen and heard in the last week makes me think I haven't got much information about things, after all. For instance, just who or what are the hoppers?"
Elsmith settled himself comfortably and lit a cigar. "That's a long story. The hoppers appeared on earth about three hundred years ago. That was the year 1956, in the system of reckoning they used in those days. Nobody knows just where they came from, but it's fairly certain that they came from a planet outside the Solar System."
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"The what?"
"The—I suppose you learned in school that the sun goes around the earth, didn't you? Well, it doesn't. The earth and the other visible planets go around the sun. I won't try to explain that to you now, some of these books do it better than I could. We'll just say that they came from another world, far away, in a great flying machine.
"At that time the state of mankind was about what it tells about in the last chapters of those history books.
"The hoppers landed in an almost uninhabited part of South America, where there was nobody to see them except a few savages who didn't matter. There couldn't have been more than a few hundred hoppers in the ship.
"But, you see, they're very different from any earthly animal, as you might expect. They do look rather like overgrown jumping rats, but the resemblances are mostly superficial. An active land animal that size has to have bis skeleton inside like a mammal, instead of outside like an insect, and he needs eyes to see with, and a mouth to eat with, and so forth. But if you ever dissected a hopper —I have—you'd find that its internal organs were very different from those of a mammal. Even their hair is different; under the microscope you can see that each individual hair branches out like a little whisk broom. There are chemical differences, too; their blood is blue, because it has a blue chemical in it called haemocyanin, like an insect, instead of the red chemical haemoglobin, like a man or a bull-frog. So you couldn't possibly cross hoppers with any kind of earthly animal.
"It's thought among those like me who have studied the hoppers that the world they came from is much like ours in temperature, and that it has rather Jess oxygen in
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its atmosphere. It's also larger, and hence has a more powerful gravity, which is why the hoppers can make such enormous leaps so easily on earth. Being larger, it has an atmosphere deeper than ours and denser at the surface. That's why the hoppers' voices are so shrill; their vocal apparatus is designed to work in a denser medium.
"Most people know that they're bisexual and oviparous—they lay eggs about the size of robins' eggs. They grow very rapidly and almost reach their full size within a year of hatching. That's how they conquered the earth. In their ship were hundreds of thousands—perhaps millions—of eggs, together with knocked-down incubators which they set up as soon as they landed. As they were in a heavily forested area, and as they are vegetarians, they didn't have any food problem.
"Their science at the time was quite a way ahead of ours, though not so far ahead that we probably wouldn't have gotten to that stage in time in the natural course of events. It took an advanced science to transform the wood, water, and soil in their neighborhood into weapons of conquest on a colossal scale. But it was their unexpectedness and their enormous numbers that helped them as much as their science.
"There was also the fact that to the people of the time they looked funny rather than sinister; it took a little while to learn to take them seriously. But people stopped thinking they were funny when they conquered all of South America within a week of the time they were first reported, and nobody's made that mistake since. Africa followed in short order. Their flying machines were raster than ours, their explosives were more destructive, and their guns shot farther and more accurately. They also had a
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lot of special gadgets, like the convulsion ray, the protonic bomb, and the lightning gun.
"As a matter of fact these gadgets aren't so mysterious as you might think. The convulsion-ray projector shoots a stream of heavy positrons, or Y-particles, which you'll read about in the books. They affect the human nervous system so as to greatly magnify every nervous motor-impulse. For instance, suppose you were thinking of picking up a cup of coffee to drink. The thought would cause a slight motor-impulse in the netves of your arm and hand. If you really wanted to pick the cup up, your brain would have to send out a much stronger motor-impulse. Now suppose a convulsion ray were turned on you, and you merely thought about picking up the cup. Your muscles would react so violently that you'd dash the cup, coffee and all, into your face. So you can sec why human beings' bodies became totally unmanageable when the ray was turned on them.
"Or take the protonic bomb. One of those bombs weighing a ton has a chunk of packed hydrogen ions in it the size of a marble, which really does the damage. The rest of the weight is caused by the coils and other apparatus necessary to keep the electrostatic field reversed, so the ions don't fly apart under the influence of their mutual repulsion. The minute you break down the field control, those ions go away from there in a hurry. They have a defense against these bombs, too, just in case men might steal one some day; we call it the X beam. It's really just a huge Roentgen-ray projector, thousands of times more powerful than a medical X-ray apparatus. It de-reveTses the field around the protons prematurely.
"But to get back to the story: Eurasia and North
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America, the most densely populated continents, held out for a while, and people began to think they might win. That was their mistake. The hoppers had merely paused in the attack while their second generation was reaching maturity. They can be fantastically prolific when they want to be, and as soon as the first crop had reached sexual maturity they'd laid another crop of millions of eggs. Remember, out of a given population of human beings only a fifth at most will be men of fighting age. But among the hopper everyone, practically, except the casualties, was available for the attack.
"They had another advantage. They seem to be immune to all the known earthly bacteria, though they have a few minor diseases of their own. But the converse unfortunately isn't true. It's probable that they deliberately turned loose a lot of their own exotic bacteria, and one of these found the human body a congenial environment. It caused a plague known as the blue madness. It was quite horrible. At least half the human race died of it. So—anyway, the hoppers won."
Sir Howard asked, "Have there been any more blue plagues since?"
"No; apparently part of the human race is naturally immune, and everyone who wasn't, died. So all of us today are immune, being descended from the survivors.
"The hoppers didn't exterminate us while they had the chance, for which we might give them some credit. Apparently when they saw the fairly high state of human civilization, and its enormous productive capacity, they decided that it would be nicer to set themselves up as a ruling species and use the rest of us to plow the farms and run  the machines, while they enjoyed  then own
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hopperish amusements, one of which seems to be ordering us around. They may even have felt sorry for us, though that's difficult to imagine. Anyway, that's the system they've followed ever since." He looked at his watch and got up. "Early hours here, you know. You can sit up to read if you want to, but I'm turning in. Good night."
Up the trail from the camp was a grassy clearing, in the middle of which was a stump. On this stump sat Sally Mitten, smoking a cigarette and looking very much amused. Around the stump in a circle matched Sir Howard. He was looking not, as one might expect, at the girl, but at Lyman Haas. The Westerner was walking around the stump in the same direction in a still larger circle, with the expression of one who is putting up with a great deal for friendship's sake.
"Little slower, Lyman," said the knight.
Elsmith appeared. "What . . . what on earth, or off of it, is this? Some new kind of dance?"
"No." Sir Howard stopped. "I was just checking up on that Cop . . . Copernican hypothesis. You know, about that motion of the planets—why they seem to go backward in the sky at times."
"Retrograde motion?"
"That's it. Sally's the sun, I'm the earth, and Haas is Mars. I was looking at him to see whether he seems to go backward against the farther trees. You ... uh ... don't mind my checking up, do you?"
"On the contrary, my boy. I want you to check up everything you get from me, or from the books, every chance you get. Does he show retrograde motion?"
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"Yep; he backs up like a scared crawfish every time I pass him."
"What do you mean, backs up?" said Haas. "I been waiting forward all the time."
"Certainly, but you're still going backward relative to me. I can't explain it very well; I'll have to show you the place in the book."
Elsmith said: "Do you lead books much, Haas?"
"Sure, I like to read sometimes. Only I busted my reading glasses in New York, and I ain't been in one place long enough to get a new pair since. I was in a bar, and I had those glasses in my shirt pocket. And I got into an argument with a guy. He was saying it was a known fact that all Westerners are born with tails. Now, I'm a peaceable man, but—"
"That's all right, Lyman," said Sally Mitten soothingly. "We know you haven't a tail. Don't we, Howard?"
The upper, untanned part of Haas' face reddened a shade. "Uh . . . ahem . . . Now, what's that again about those there planets? I want to get this straight—"
SIR HOWARD S to tell me s< hoppers this
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; some more about the loppers this evening?"
Elsmith blew out his match. "I never lecture until I have a cigar going, and then it bums down to nothing while I'm talking and I don't get a chance to smoke it. Silly, isn't it?
"But to take up where we left oil: The hoppers saw they'd have to remodel human society if they were going to keep human beings in check, especially as the human beings still greatly octt-n umbered them, and they apparently considered that ratio satisfactory from an economic point of view. They couldn't afford to let us become powerful again. Well, what sources of power did we have?
"We had powered vehicles; some ran on roads, some on railroad tracks, some in the air, and some on the water. So they abolished them, for us, that is. We had explosives, so they took them away. We had united governments over large populations; therefore, they broke us up into small units. Societies in which able people could rise to the top
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ess of birth were a menace. They studied our history and decided that a feudal caste system would be the best check on that. Scientific research was, of course, outlawed, and all scientific practice except such engineering as was necessary to keep the productive machine going.
"They abolished every invention they thought might conceivably menace them. Did you know, for instance, that at one time you could talk over wires to people in all parts of the country? And that the telegraph companies owned vast networks of wires for sending messages almost instantaneously? Now they're just messenger-boy agencies, and deliver letters by horse or bicycle.
"That wasn't all. An empirical, materialistic outlook might enable us to see through the preposterous mythology that they were planning to impose on our minds through the schools. So the books expressing such a philosophy were put away, and the people who held it were destroyed. In its place they gave us mysticism, other-worldliness, and romantic tripe. They used the radio, the movies, and the newspapers and books to do this, as these institutions continued to operate under their strict control. They'd have been foolish to destroy such excellent ready-made means of swaying the mass mind. Ever since then they've been filling us with 'Upright ignorance and stalwart irrationality,' as Bell, one of the pre-hopper writers, put it. And I must say"—here he leaned back, closed his eyes, and took a big puff on his cigar—"that my species has come through it remarkably wcH. It's had a terrible effect on them, of course. But when I get most discouraged I can get some comfort out of the thought that they aren't nearly as crazy as they might be, considering what they've been through."
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"But," said Sir Howard, "but I was taught that God—" He stopped, confused.
"Yes? Assuming for the sake of argument that there is a God, did He ever confide in you personally? Who taught you? Your schoolteachers, of course. And where did they get their information? Out of textbooks. And who wrote the books? The hoppers. Just assume I'm telling you the truth; what would you expect the hoppers to put in the books? The truth about how they conquered the earth and enslaved its inhabitants, to act as a constant irritant and iiicitation to revolt?"
Sir Howard was frowning at his toes. "A couple of months ago," he mused, "I'd have probably wanted to make you eat my sword for some of the things you've said, Mr. Elsmith. No offense intended."
"I know that," said Elsmith. "And, if you'd been the man you were a couple of months ago, I wouldn't have said them."
"But now—I don't know. Everything seems upside down. Why didn't the people revolt anyway?"
"They did; almost constantly during the first century of hopper rule. But the revolts were put down and the rebels were killed. The hoppers are microscopically thorough. As you probably know, they have a drug called veramin that makes you answer questions tmthfully. Men had such a drug once, but this is much better, except that alcohol in the system counteracts it. They'd give an injection to every inhabitant of a suspected city, for instance, for the sake of catching one rebel. And there was just one penalty for rebellion—death, usually slow. So after a while there weren't any more rebellions. There have been practically none in the last century, so the hoppers have
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eased up their control of human beings somewhat."
"Well," growled the knight, "what can be done about it?"
Homer Elsmith had seen that look in young men's eyes before. "What would you do?" he asked gently.
"Fight!" Sir Howard had unthinkingly clenched his fist, and was making cut-and-thrust motions in the air.
"I see. You see yourself at the head of a charge of armored cavaliy, spearing the hoppers like razorbacks and sweeping them from the face of the earth. No, I'm not making fun of you; that's a common reaction. But do you know what would happen? You've seen wheat stalks fall when a scythe passes through them? That's what you and your brave horsemen would do if the hoppers trained a rapid-fire gun on you. Or they might use the convulsion ray, and have the men and the horses Tolling on the ground and writhing while they tied you up. The effect lasts for some minutes after the ray's been turned off, you know. Or they might use a cone transformer, setting up eddy currents in your plate and roasting you in your own lobster shells."
"Well, what then?" Sir Howard's big fist struck his knee.
"I don't know. Nobody knows, yet. I don't know, though I've spent a good part of my life working on the problem. But that doesn't mean we shall never know. Man has solved knottier ones than that.
"We have some advantages: our numbers, for one. Then, the fact that the hoppers are spread out thinly over the earth makes them vulnerable to concerted uprisings. They're not an army, now, but a civilian administration and a police force. Take those hoppers at Albany; there
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are only a couple of hundred there. They're relieved frequently, because they don't like being stuck out in the sticks. If we were hiding out from human beings, this would be one of the worst places. But for the hoppers it's fine, because there are only two patrolling around the whole Adirondack area, and they seldom leave the main roads. Then there's the fact that they are not, really, very intelligent."
"Not intelligent! Why, they-"
"I know. They know a lot more than we do, and have the sciences at their command, and so forth. But that's not intelligence. A bright hopper is about as intelligent as a stupid man."
"But. . .but—"
"I know, I know. But they have three big advantages. First: they learn quickly, even if not intelligently. That's how the original conquering armies were trained to be competent soldiers so quickly. Second: they live long. I don't know what their average life span is, but I think it's around fouT hundred years. And third: the helmets."
"The helmets?"
"Tliose leather things they wear. In their history, the helmet was invented by their god, whose name I can't give you because I can't imitate a canary. We'll call him X. As nearly as I can make out, this X was actually a great genius, a kind of Archimedes and Leonardo da Vinci and Isaac Newton rolled into one. They were some of the most brilliant men of ancient times. X may have been a sterile mutant. You can look that up fater. I think it's likely, because the same strain of genius never again appeared among the hoppers, who were living hardly better than a wild-animal existence at the time.
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"Early in life X hit upon the technique of scientific investigation: observing and experimenting to find what made things go. He invented their alphabet, which is a cross between a phonetic system and a musical score. He invented an incredible lot of other things, if we can believe the story. Instead of killing him, as human savages might have done, the hoppers made X then god, so he didn't have to work for a living any more. That was probably X's idea, too.
"Foui hundred years is a long time, as I said. Toward the end of his life he invented the helmet. It's really an electrical apparatus, the effect of which is to give the hopper who wears it an enormous power of concentration. A man, for instance, can't keep his mind on one subject for more than a few seconds at a time. Try it sometime. First thing you know you'll be thinking about keeping your mind on whatever you're supposed to be keeping your mind on, instead of keeping your mind on the thing itself. I hope I make myself clear. But a hopper with a helmet can think about one thing for hours at a time. And even a chimpanzee could learn calculus if he could do that, I imagine.
"It maybe that they're even stupider than stupid men, and that the helmets actually increase their reasoning powers. It's certain that without the helmets they're even mote scatterbrained than chimpanzees, so that they're incapable of carrying out any complicated train of action. One reason I think they're so stupid is that their science seems to have remained just about static in the three centuries since the conquest. But it may be that having half a billion slaves of an inferior species to do their dirty work deprived them of ambition."
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"Then," said Sir Howard, "I'd think the thing to do was to rush them all at once and snatch their helmets off."
"Yes7 You forget the guns and things. If we could time an uprising as exactly as that, we could kill them with our bare hands. I tell you, wide conspiracies have been tried before. They haven't worked. For one thing, we have no sufficiently deadly, simple, and inconspicuous weapon. We're much worse off in that respect than we were at the time of conquest. We've got to have something better than gunfire, at least. Take those Albany hoppers again. They have a supply of small arms in the Office Building. The nearest heavy artillery is stored in the Watervliet arsenal. The really deadly things, like the protonic bombs, are down at Fort Knox, in old vaults where they used to store gold. If we could overwhelm even a laTge fraction of the hoppers, we could capture enough of their own weapons to redress the balance. But we'd need something to help us overwhelm that fraction first, and bows and bills wouldn't do it."
"Well, how about getting them to take their helmets off of their own accord? Couldn't you send out some sort of radio ray or something?"
"That's been thought of: plans for blowing out the electrical circuits in the helmets; plans for heating up the wires to make them too hot for comfort; plans for interfering with their operation by static. Static doesn't seem to affect them, and we simply don't know of any form of ray or wave that would accomplish the other objects. Take the heating idea. It would require enormous power to heat up all those millions of helmets, and the amount that actually comes into your receiving set over the aerial is so slight you can't feel it. The biggest broadcasting station
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in existence doesn't send out as much power as the engine in one of the hoppers' two-wheel cycles develops. How are you going to erect a station to send out thousands of times as much power, without their knowledge?"
"Hm-m-m. . .it does seem hopeless. Maybe if you put on one of the helmets it would give you an idea."
"That's been tried, too. I tried it once. It worked fine for about three minutes, and then I got the worst headache of my life; it lasted a week. The hoppers' brains are cruder than outs; they aren't damaged by such treatment. You can't do it to a man's brain, though, at least not with our present knowledge. Perhaps we shall be able to some day, when we've shaken off them."
They sat silent for a while, smoking. Sir Howard said: "If you don't mind my asking, where did you get all this information? And where did these books come from?"
"Oh, using my eyes and ears over many years. I might add that I'm an accomplished burglar. The books, together with much of the information about the hoppers, were partly stolen. The rest of them were picked up here and there, mostly by Thurlow Mitten before I joined him. The hoppers couldn't be expected to go into every corner of every attic and cellar of every old house in the country, you know, as thorough as they are."
Sir Howard said, "Some of your statements remind me of things my brother Frank used to say."
Elsmith raised one eyebrow. "Sally told me about him. That's. . .I'm sorry." Something in his tone gave the knight the idea that Elsmith might know more than he cared to say about his brother. But he had too much to think about as it was to inquire any more just then.
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1 A I it pins my big toe to the log so I can't • • • V v get it out nohow. But I says, 'Mike Brady,' I said, 'I was goin' to beat the gearin' out of you, and I still be.' So I took after him with my peavy. He runs, and me after him. But you know you can't run fast with a twenty-foot log of hard maple nailed to your foot— musta weighed nigh onto six hundred pounds—and after the fust mile or two I seed he was gainin'I So I throwed my peavy, so the point goes into a tree on one side of his neck, and the cant dog goes into the bark on the other side, and there he was, helpless. So I took my knife and cut his guts out. 'Now,' I says, 'that'll be a lesson to you to sass Eli Calioon.' He says, 'Okay, I guess I was kinda hasty. If you'll just put my guts back in I won't sass you no more.' So I put 'em back in, and we been fine friends ever since. I still got the scar on my toe."
"That a fact? I remember one time out in Wyoming, when me and a fella was shooting arrows. We was shooting at horseflies. Pretty soon a mosquita comes along. He says, 'Bet you can't hit that mosquita.' I says, "What'll you "bet?1
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He put up a hundred clinkers, and I shot the mosquita. Then another mosquita comes along. He says, "That was too easy. Let's see you hit this mosquita in the eye.' 'Which eye?' I says, not stopping to think—"
The speakers were talking softly and casually in the firelight. Sir Howard looked up from his book. "Mr. El-smith," he asked, "what does this fellow mean? 'Government of the people, by the people, for the people.' What people?"
"—and that's how I lost a thousand dollars, through getting the right and left eyes mixed up. But I remember when I won this watch on a bet. Fella named Larry Hernandez owned it, which is how it has the same initials as mine. We wanted to see which could lide his horse down the steepest slope—"
Elsmith spoke. Sir Howard wondered what there was about this mild little man that gave his dry, precise words such authority. "It means that all the adults vote to select those who rule over them for a limited time. When the time's up they have another election, and the people can throw out their first set of officials if they don't like them."
"All the adults? You mean even including the commons? And the women? But that's a ridiculous idea! Lower-class persons—"
"Why ridiculous?"
Sir Howard frowned in concentration. "But they. . . they're ignorant. They wouldn't know what was good for them. Their natural lords—" He stopped in confusion again.
"Would you call me ignorant?" It was very quietly said.
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"You? But you're not a—"
"My father worked in an iron foundry, and I started rk as a Postal Telegraph messenger boy."
"But. . .but. . .but—"
"I admit that with a hereditary mling class you get good men occasionally. But you also get some remarkably bad ones. Take Baron Schenectady, for example. Under this 'government of the people' idea, when you find that your ruler is a scoundrel or a lunatic, you can at least get rid of him without an armed insurrection."
Sir Howard sighed. "I'll never get all these new ideas straight in my head. Thinking about them is like watching your whole world—all your old ideas and convictions—go to pieces like a lump of sugar in a teacup. It's. . . sort of awful. I should have come up here ten years ago to get a good start."
"No."
"Aw, come on, Sal; you like me pretty well, don't you?"
"That isn't it."
"Well what is it?"
"It wouldn't be—expedient."
There it was; one of those damned dictionary words again. He felt a surge of anger. Remembering Warren Kelly, an outrageously stinging remark formed in his mind. But his natural decency choked it off before it got to his lips.
"Well, why?"
She was baiting her hook. The boat rocked ever so slightly under the lead-and-snow cumulus clouds that towered over Little Moose Mountain and small Sly Pond.
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"It's. . .this way. Maybe you haven't noticed, but we work hard at our job. Our job is the Organization, and we think that's literally the most important job in the world. Between that and keeping ourselves fed, we haven't time or energy for—personal relationships."
"I'm afraid I'll never understand you, Sally." He didn't either. She didn't act like a lower-class girl. He ought to know; base-born girls were pushovers for him. On the othei hand, the upper-class girls he'd known would be horrified at the idea of baiting a hook with an active and belligerent crawfish, let alone skinning and cleaning a mess of bullheads. But there wasn't any question of her being anything but upper-class. He wouldn't have it that she was anything but upper-class. If necessary he'd stand the feudal system—for which he was feeling less reverence these days—on its head in order to put whatever class she belonged to on top.
"Another reason," she went on. "Uncle Homer tells me that you'll probably join us in a day or two. Officially, that is. I may say that I hope you do. But—this is important—you mustn't join us for personal reasons. And if you have any ideas of joining for such reasons, you can give them up right now."
"But why? What's so awful about personal reasons?"
"Because if you changed your mind about the personal reasons, you might change your mind about the other things. You idiot, don't you see? What's one girl more or less, compared to the human race—everybody you've ever known and millions of others?" The reel sang for a second before she heard it. She caught up the rod in a smooth, practiced movement and in a few rooie seconds had another bullhead in the boat. Sir Howard had al-
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Ptdy stabbed his hand on one of the fin spikes of the ugly brutes. But her hand gripped the fish's body as surely as his held a sword hilt. "Damn them!" she said. "They swallow the hooks, clear down to their stomachs. Some day we'll go out on Little Moose Lake and troll for bass." As they walked back to the camp with the fish, they passed Lyman Haas. He took one look at the gloom on Sir Howard's blunt features and grinned knowingly. Sir Howard thought afterward that he minded that grin more than anything.
Sir Howard asked: "Hasn't your organization any name? I mean, you just call them 'us' all the time."
"No." said Elsmith. "It's just the Organization. Names are handles, and we don't want to give (hem any more handles to take hold of us by than we can help. Now if you'll just roll up your sleeve, please." He held a hypodermic up to the light.
"Will that have any permanent effect on me?"
"No; it'll just make you feel slightly drunk and happy for a while. It's what the hoppers use in their third-de-gTee work. It's much better than torture, because you can be sure that the prisoner is actually saying what he believes to be true."
"Do I have to take an oath of some kind?"
"You don't have to. We go on the theory that a man's statement of his intentions, provided he actually says what he thinks, is as good an indication of what he'll do as any oath. People sometimes change their ideas, but when they do they almost always find excuses for breaking their oaths."
"Tell me, was my brother Frank one of you?"
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Elsmith hesitated, then said: "Yes. He didn't go by that name in the Organization, of comse. We didn't have a chance to warn him. His immediate superior, who would normally have reported the state of affairs to me, had disappeared a couple of months previously. We knew what that meant, all right, but we hadn't succeeded in re-establishing communication with your brother."
"This is the center of the whole business?" Sir Howard's eyebrows went up a little incredulously. Nothing much seemed to happen around the camp; certainly nothing that would indicate that it was the headquarters of a world-wide conspiracy.
"Yes. I see what you're thinking. Perhaps you hadn't noticed the number of times recently that you were tactfully lured away from the camp? There were conferences going on."
The knight was slightly startled. He'd never thought of that. He began to appreciate the enormous pains to which these people went. You couldn't improvise something of this sort; it took years of careful and risky work.
"How do you feel?" asked Elsmith.
"A little dizzy."
"Very well, we'll begin. Do you, Howard van Slyck—"
"You came through the test with flying colors, my boy. I'm glad of that; I think you'll make a good worker. I may add that if you hadn't, you would never have left here alive."
"What? Wh-why? How?"
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$be hopper you killed. We have some others. You didn't notice Sally take it from the body and hide it in her clothes, did you? You wouldn't. Sally knows her business.
"The reason I'd have used it, if necessary, is that you knew too much. Ordinarily it's only the old and tested workers who are allowed up here. Sally would never have brought you and Haas—who joined up last Tuesday, incidentally—if it hadn't been an emergency. You had to have a place to hide out, and you had too much good stuff in you to be allowed to fall into their hands. So we took a chance on you. If we'd been mistaken—well, we couldn't risk setting the Organization back years."
Sir Howard looked at his toes. "Would that have been right? I mean, according to your ideas. If I hadn't wanted to stay."
"No, it wouldn't have been just. But it would have been necessary. I hope that some day we can afford to be just. It's treacherous business, this excusing injustice on grounds of necessity. People have justified or condoned the most atrocious crimes that way."
"Try it again, Van Slyck."
Sir Howard obediently turned and walked back across the room. He felt very silly indeed.
"No, that won't do. Too much swagger."
"You can hear him clank," said Sally Mitten, "even when he hasn't got any armor on. I don't know what it is; something in the way the lower part of his leg snaps forward at each step."
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heeled Western foot-gear he was accustomed to. As a result what he called his atchilly tendons had swollen up, to his acute discomfort. "How's used to toting fifty pounds of stovepiping and other hardware with him. Maybe if you put lead in his boots it'd hold 'cm down to the ground."
"Look," said Elsmith, "relax your knees, so they bend a little at each step. And dTop your whole foot to the floor at once, instead of coming down on your heel. There, that's better. We'll teach you to walk like a commoner yet. Practice that up." He looked at his watch. "They're due here any time. Remember, you're Chailes Weier to members of the Organization. They'll be introduced to you as Lediacre and Fitzmartin, but those aren't their real names either. Lediacre is a Frenchman, however."
"Why all the secrecy?" asked Sir Howard.
"Because, my dear Weicr, if you don't know what a man's real name is, you can't betray it under the influence of veramin. The only people whose real names you're supposed to know are those directly below you. There's nobody below you yet, and for the present you're acting under my direct orders."
When Lediacre and Fitzmartin arrived, they accepted their introduction to "Weier" without comment. Lediacre was as tall as the knight himself, though not as heavy; well-built, handsome in a foxy-faced sort of way, and exquisitely polite. He made Sir Howard feel like a hick. The other was a dark, nervous little man with a bos to which he seemed to attach great importance. When the rest were crowded around, lie opened it and began to assemble a contraption of pulleys, belts, brass rods, and circular glass disks with spots of metallic foil on them. Sir Howard
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gathered that these men were important in the Organization, and was pleased to think that he was being let in on something big.
"Turn on the radio, somebody," said Fitzmartin. "The forbidden hopper wave lengths, can you?" When the set had warmed to the sinister chirping of a hopper station, he began turning a crank on his apparatus. Presently a train of blue sparks jumped from one brass knob to another in rapid succession. With the crack of each spark there was a blup from the radio, so that the twitterings were smothered. A program of dance music on one of the legal frequencies was similarly made unintelligible.
"You see?" said Fitzmartin. "With an elcctrostat with wheels six feet in diameter, we can jolly well ruin radio reception within a radius of ten or more miles. If we cover the dashed country with such machines, we can absolutely drown the bloody hopper communications with static. They don't use anything but the blasted radio. They absolutely abolished all the wire communications centuries ago, and it would dashed well take them months to rig up new ones. Absolutely months."
Elsmith puffed his cigar. "Then what?"
"Well. . .1 mean. . .my dear old man. . .if we could absolutely disorganize them—"
"It would take them about twenty-four hours to hunt down our static machines and restore their communications. And you know what would happen to us. But wait—" Seeing the crushed look on Fitzmartin's face, he put out his hand. "This is an excellent idea, just the same. I admire it. I merely wanted to remind you that the hoppers wouldn't commit mass suicide because of a littJe static. We won't build any of these yet. But we'll have a
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plan drawn up for the large-size machine, and we'll have a hundred thousand copies made and distributed to regional headquarters all over the world. Baugh can handle that, I think. Then, when we have something to give the hoppers the final push with, we'll have the machines built, and put them to work when the time comes. They'll be an invaluable auxiliary."
The men stayed on several days. On the second day Sir Howard got a slight shock when he saw Lediacre and Sally Mitten strolling along a trail, apparently on the best of terms, and so absorbed in talk as to be oblivious of other things. He watched their figures dwindle, still talking, and thought, so that's it. He decided he didn't like the polished Monsieur Lediacre.
The nest day he came upon the Frenchman smoking and looking at the view. "Ah, hello, my friend." said Lediacre. "I was just admiring your scenery. It reminds me of the Massif Central, in my own country."
"Are you going back there soon?" asked the loiight, hying not to make the question sound too pointed.
"No—not for three or maybe four months. You see I am in business. I am a what you call traveling representative for a French company."
"Mind if I ask what sort of company?"
"Not at all, my dear Weier. It is perfumery."
Perfumery! Good God! He didn't mind ignoble birth any more, but perfume! Out of the tail of his eye he saw Sally Mitten come out of the camp. Now if there were only some way he could show this perfume salesman where he got off. He had a reputation for prowess in the more
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spectacular forms of horseplay. Fencing, jousting, and steeplechasing weren't practical.
He said: "I haven't been getting enough exercise lately; they've kept me so busy iearning to jimmy windows and talk dialect. Do you wrestle?"
"I have not in a few yeais, but I should be glad to try some. I also need the exercise."
"O.K., there's a grassy spot up the trail a way."
When the Frenchman had peeled off his shirt and boots, Sir Howard had to admit that there was nothing soft-looking about him. But he knew he'd be able to squash this commoner chap like an undernourished mosquito.
They grabbed at each other; then Lediacre went down with a thump. He got up laughing with the greatest of good humor. "I am getting stupid in my old age! I learned that hold when I was a little infant! Let us have another,
Sir Howard tensed himself to grab Lediacre's left knee. He never knew quite what happened next, except that he found himself flopping in mid-air, balanced across the Frenchman's shoulders. Then he came down with a jar that knocked the breath out of him. In a flash he was pinned firmly. His big muscles strained against the lock, but to no avail. It made him no happier to note that Sally Mitten, Lyman Haas, and Eli Cahoon were interested spectators.
"Again, yes?" said Lediacre. It was "again," quite literally. Sir Howard sat up and stretched his sore muscles. Lediacre, very solicitous, said: "I did not twist too hard, did I? I learned that one from a Japanese man. I should i to teach it to you."
The knight accepted the lesson with thanks but with-
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out enthusiasm. The man, in addition to his social graces, was a big noise in the Organization, whereas he was just a rookie. And his attempt to demonstrate physical superiority had backfired. What could you do against a combination like that? Oh, well, he thought, if she likes him better she likes him better, that's all. We Van Slycks can't afford to let things like that bother us. After all, we have our self-Tespect to consider.
to
trot, walk, over and over. A horse expert might have surmised that the enormous black gelding and the slim red mare were too fine a quality horseflesh to go with the somewhat shabby specimens that sat on them. Haas had grumbled about leaving his chaps and high-healed boots behind, and had accepted the ancient felt hat with a couple of fishing flies stuck in the band in place of his seventy-five-dollar Western special only under vehement protest. Sir Howard likewise felt self-conscious as he never had when dashing about the country in alloy-steel plate. They had been allowed to tote their swords, as these would not attract the dangerous and unwelcome attention of hoppers.
"The idea," the knight explained to Haas, "is that my old man isn't supposed to know about this expedition. He thinks I'm up at Watertown or somewhere. Otherwise we'd just walk in and make ourselves at home. Personally I think they're making us do this play acting to see how good we are at it."
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"I don't mind the dressing up so much," said Haas. "But every time I see a hopper I think he's gonna hop up and ask questions. It makes me uneasy as all hell. I never noticed 'em before; just considered 'em a nuisance you had to put up with. It's got so I can't enjoy cheese sandwiches any more; the smell makes me think of hoppers."
"Myself," replied Sir Howard, "I think I'd like that of a three weeks' corpse better. If they stop us, you know who you're supposed to be, and you've got a complete set of forged papers to prove it." He was feeling much the same way. A human enemy, whom you could knock off his horse with a well-aimed toothpick thrust was one thing; this invisible power with its mysterious weapons and ruthless thoroughness was another.
"Nothing in here," whispered Sir Howard. They had gone microscopically over the little room in the back of the tool shed that Frank van Slyck had used as a laboratory. Their flickering pencils of light showed nothing but bits of twisted metal, wire gauze, and broken glass.
Haas murmured: "Looks like the hoppers done a good job of cleaning up your brother's stuff."
"Yes. They examined his poor little apparatus and then smashed it up so its own mother wouldn't know it. They broke open the cases his bugs were ii*, and dumped the bugs out in the yard. They burned his notebooks, and took his textbooks away to put in one of their own libraries. Come on, there's nothing left to try but the manor house."
"You sure they ain't no secret rooms around here?"
"Yes. This shed is raised up off the ground, and there's nothing but dirt under it. The wall here is nothing
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$mt beaver board. You can see through the cracks into -the tool room, so there isn't any space between walls or anything. Come on."
They calculated when the watchman would be at the other end of the grounds, then stole across the lawn. Sir Howard, being the heavier, boosted Haas up. Judicious use of a glass cutter gave him access to the latch, and the window opened with a taint squeafc, no louder than the constant buzz and click and chirp of nocturnal insects. The slightly musty smell of the library mingled with the fragrance of the gardens.
"God help us," said Sir Howard, "if my old man finds out what we've done to his roses. He'll be madder'n a hungry wolf with nine lambs and a sore mouth."
They snooped around the room like a pair of large and inquisitive rats, running through desk drawers and waste-baskets. Sir Howard had almost despaired of finding anything when he remembered Frank's habit of putting papers between the leaves of books and forgetting them. His heart sank when he ran his flashlight over the well-filled stacks. There were hundreds of them, the books that had so bored him as a boy—poetry, fairy tales, romantic novels, theology. How different from the meaty Elsmith assortment! At least, he could use some selection. One shelf held books on farming, business, and other practical matters pertaining to the running of the duchy. If Frank had been reading any of the books, they'd be these. He and Haas began going through them.
Several blank pieces of paper were found, apparently mere place marks. Sir Howard put them in his shirt pocket. There was an exquisite drawing of a bee's head. There was
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a piece with several addresses on it. There was a piece with the cryptic notation:
Pulex irr.
M—146 Attr. fae.	.17
M—147 A. f.	.88
M—148 A. f.	.39
M—149 A. f.	.99 ! ! !
This was'in a volume entitled "The Genetics of Stock liaising," which was about as scientific a book as the hoppers permitted. There was another sheet, in a small dictionary, with an algebraic problem worked out. There was—
"Hands up, you two!" A yellow eye opened in the dark, flooding the burglars with light. Behind the eye, barely visible, was an elderly man in a dressing gown. He held a burglar bow, that is, a crossbow with a flashlight fixed to its end. The bow was. drawn and cocked.
"Easy on the trigger, father," said Sir Howard, getting up, "unless you want to put a bolt through your heir and assign."
"Howard! I didn't recognize you." As a measure of disguise the knight had let his face alone for a week, and the resulting coal-black stubble was child-frightening.
"What on earth. . .what the devil. . .what in bloody hell are you doing, burgling your own home?"
"I was looking for something, and didn't want to get you up at this time of night. We can't stay, unfortunately." Sir Howard knew the excuse sounded feeble.
"What's going on here, anyway? What are you looking for? And who's this man?"
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Sir Howard introduced Haas. "I was just looking for some papers I thought I'd left. It's nothing, really."
"What papers? That doesn't explain this . . . this—" "Oh just some papers. I think we've about finished, eh, Lyman? It's nice to have seen you, father."
"Oh, no, you don't. You don't stir out of here until you've given me a sensible explanation."
"Sorry, father, but I've given you all I can. And I really am going."
The duke was working himself up into one of his rare tempers. "You . . . you young . . . you leave here, equipped like a proper gentleman, and say you're going on a pleasure trip. And six weeks later I find you dressed like a tramp, running around with commoners, and breaking into people's houses. What do you mean, sir? What do you mean?"
"Sorry, father; it's fust my way of amusing myself." "It doesn't amuse me! You'll stop this nonsense now, or I'll . . . Ill cut you off!"
"That would be too bad for the duchy." "I'll stop your income! I still control most of your money, you know-Sir Howard was careful not to show how much this threat really jarred him. "Oh, I can get along. If need be, we'll join a traveling circus."
"You'll what? But you couldn't! I mean, that's preposterous. A Van Slyck working in a circus!"
"You'd be surprised. Remember Great-uncle Waldo? The one who swindled those bank people? I can get a job as a strong man, and Lyman here can do rope tricks. Well nage," The duke took a deep breath. "You win. I don't
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understand you, Howard. Just when I think you're turning into a sensible, level-headed adult you act like this. But you win. Anything would be better than that! A circus performer!" He shuddered. "By the way, how did you get over the wall?"
"Lyman threw his lasso over one of the merlons on the battlement. You know what a lasso is—a rope with a sliding noose. He's an expert. You remember, when you had the wall built, I advised you not to put those open crenelations on top."
"They won't be there long!"
"Oh, while 1 think of it," said Sir Howard casually. "Are there any pups in the kennels just now?"
"Let me think . . . Yes, Irish Mist whelped about six months ago, and we have several that we haven't given away yet. Do you want one?"
"Yes, I'd like one."
"Why—if you don't mind an old man's curiosity?"
"Oh, I just thought I'd like to give one to a friend."
"Friend, huh? I hope she isn't another commoner wench?"
"Oh, you needn't worry about the Van Slyck escutcheon. It's nothing serious; just returning a favor."
"Favor, humph! There are all kinds of favors." The duke led them out to the kennels, and Sir Howard looked over the squirming Kerry-blue terrier pups with his flashlight. He picked one up.
"Don't you want something to carry him in?"
"Yes, if you have a basket or something."
"Hm-m-m-1 think this would do. Sure you and your friend won't reconsider and stay the night?"
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"No; thanks, anyway. I'll be seeing you. And by the way, better not mention our visit."
"Don't worry! I don't want everybody to know that my son's gone squiriely! Take care of yourself, won't you? And try to come back in one piece? I couldn't stand having anything happen. Please, Howard. Good-by and good-luck!"
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I that. Hope I get a chance to ex-jL plain some day."
"H-m-m. He did seem kinda riled up. Say, How, maybe that wasn't such a good idea, us trying to make Renssalaer. Maybe we shoulda stopped the night at Hudson. It's gonna be blacker'n t'other side of hell. And I think she's liable to rain," Haas pulled his damp shirt front away from his skin. "Danged if I like your Yank summer weather, specially when its fixing up to rain. Your clothes stick to you."
"If it starts to rain we'll stop at Valatie. That's only a little way; we just passed Kinderhook."
"Better use your flashlight, or you'll ride into the ditch. Is the little critter still in his basket? Cute little devil. Oh-oh. there goes a Sash of lightning, off to the west. If I had my chaps, they'd shed the water."
"The lightning's over the Helderbergs. The rain won't get here foi hours yet. Trot!"
Plop-plop-piop-plop went the hoofs. Something-something—made the hair on Sir Howard's neck rise. Did he imagine it, or was there a faint smell of cheese?
"Halt, Man!" It was the familiar, detestable chirp.
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^A blinding light was in his face. He looked around for Haas, but the Westerner and his mount appeared to have vanished into thin air.
There were two of them, in one of their two-wheeled vehicles. Or rather, one was in the vehicle, and the other was out and peering up at him. He slid his right foot out of the stirrup. "Do not dismount!" There were chirpings and trillings in the dark, and the command, "Give me your reins!"
The vehicle purred ahead at a bare six miles an hour; Paul Jones trotted in tow. One of the hoppers had squirmed around in its seat to keep an eye on the rider.
He thought, these things belong to the road patrol. They're taking me to the station at Valatie—which the hoppers persisted in calling Vallity, to the annoyance of the natives, who claimed they lived in Vaiaysha. They'll interrogate me, probably with the use of veramin. They'll want to know who I really am. They may even want to know about Elsmith. I must not tell them. I ought to kill myself first. But maybe there's an easier way out than that. It's no use trying to run; they've got flood-lights and guns. But if that fellow would only get a crick in his neck for a minute. His hand stole toward one of the saddle compartments—
The procession drew up at the Valafr'e station. There was a hopper with a long gun by the door, a sentrv. The two hoppers in the cycle got out. Another came out the door, and there was still another inside, using a typewriter.
"Dismount, Man."
Oh, God, he thought. I mustn't stagger. I must keep my brain clear. He scooped the small gray dog out of the basket on Paul Jones' rump.
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and leaned the weapon against the wall of the station.
"What is that?"  The flashlight made the puppy
blink. "Dogs are not allowed in the station. You must
leave it outside also."
"He'll run away, your excellency."
"Place it back in the basket, then."
"The basket has no top, your excellency. He'll jump
out."
Twitterings in the dark. Then: "Leave it with the
sentry. He shall hold it."
The sentry took the Jeash in one hand and tried to
scratch the dog's ears with the other. The dog backed as
far as he could, trembling. Sir Howard slouched into the
station with his best commoner walk.
"Your papers, Man. Sit here. Bare your arm,"
The needle pricked. The hoppers went through the
papers.
He thought, I must talk right. I hope this works.
If there's a God, I hope He'll let me say the right things.
Elsmith doesn't seem to think there is a God; at least,
that's what he's implied at times. But if there is one, I
hope He'll let me say the right things.
There it was, that tingling, that dizzy feeling. I must
say the right things. If I start to say the wrong things,
I've got my pocketknife still. I could get it out quickly
before they could stop me. The throat would be best, I
think. I'm not sure the blade's long enough to try for my
heart. Let me say the right things-It was beginning, now. The hopper who seemed to
be boss was looking up from the papers. "You are Charles
Weier?"
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"Yes, your excellency."
"You are a professional hockey player?"
"Yes, your excellency." If only they wouldn't ask him questions about ice hockey!
"Where were you born?"
Tfie form of the question was different; there might be a catch to this one. He was supposed to tell them "SsUston Spa."
"Ballston Spaw, your excellency." Thank God, he'd remembered in time! If he'd followed his natural impulse to use the downstate pronunciation of "Spall," he might have given himself away.
Twitterings. Then: "Do you know anything about a man, tall and dark like you, who has appeared in the Hudson-Mohawk region lately, and who sometimes passes himself off as William Scranton, and at other times pretends to be Howard van Slyck, the Duke of Poughkeepsie's son?"
"No, your excellency." If only he didn't get his own name mixed up with his aliases! Scranton—Weier—Van Slyck—he wasn't sure he knew which was which himself.
"These papers appear to be in order. We are examining men of your physical type in an attempt to solve the disappearance of one of our troopers last month. Do you know anything about it?"
"No, your excellency." Hot dog, he was winning!
More twitterings. If that was merely an order to check the stamps on his travel permit against the ledgers at Albany and Poughkeepsie, that was fine. The stamps were genuine. But if it was an ordeT to check the permit itself against the central files in New York, that was something else.
"We are satisfied, Man. You may go." The clawed,
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buff-haired hand shoved the papers at him across the table. I mustn't stagger when I get up—I mustn't swagger, either.
At the door there was no sign of the sentry. Its long gun lay on the ground. At the edge of the light from the open door lay its leather helmet.
Sii Howard was thunderstruck. He had no idea what could have happened. If they came out and found the sentry gone, they'd scout the country for it, and for him, too. He turned back to the door. "Excellencies!"
"What is it, Man? You were told to go."
"Your sentry has gone off with my dog."
The four hoppers boiled out of the station like popping corn. They examined the discarded gun and helmet, sounding like a whole hiid shop. A couple of them hopped off tentatively into the dark, trilling, then hopped back. They waved their clawed hands and wagged theii ratlike heads, burbling. One hopped inside and began cheeping into a microphone.
"What are you waiting for, Man?" It was the boss r again. "Your services are not required here."
"My dog, your excellency."
The hopper seemed to think for a moment. "Man, your attitude has been admirably co-operative. In recognition, we will, as a special concession, keep your dog here, if we find it, until such time as you call for it. Provided, of course, that yon leave a deposit to cover the cost of keeping it. A dollar will suffice."
Sir Howard's economy complex winced, but he paid up, buckled on his sword, and led Paul Jones away.
Out of hearing of the station he began whistling, softly at first, then more loudly. There was a click of claws
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on the pavement, the scrape of a trailing leash, and the sudden pressure of paws on his knee. He put the puppy, squirming with frantic joy, into the basket, mounted, and rode off. He hated leaving his dollar with the hopper, but the risk of going back to try to claim it was too great.
"Hey, How!" came a hiss from the blackness.
"Lyman! What happened to you?"
"I seen those guys laying for you, but I couldn't warn you because you was too far up front—right on top of them when I seen 'em. Before they turned the light on I jumped Queenie over the ditch and into a field. I watched the hoppers tow you off, and I followed through the fields so's they wouidn't hear me. What happened to you?"
Sir Howard told him.
"Is that a fact? The sentry fella fust plumb disappeared? I never. But how did you keep from telling them the truth, if they doped you up with that stuff?"
"If anybody happens to notice an empty whiskey bottle in the ditch near the Valatie station, they can put two and two together, perhaps. Alcohol in the system counteracts the action of veramin, Elsmith said, and it looks as though he was right. But between the two of them I don't feel so good. You'd better ride clear, Lyman. It looks as though I were going to be sick from liquor for the second time in my life."
"Okay. Better aim to the right; that's downwind." Thunder rolled overhead. "Boy, there was a big drop On my hand. Looks like we're sure gonna get soaked tonight. But what the hell. I'd ruther be wet outside a hopper house than dry inside one any day."
12	"   /	\ll,    THANK    YOU,    HOWARD,    THANK
I	/you   ever   so   much.   I've  always
V^_^X wanted one."
Not a bad reaction, he thought, especially considering that the pup didn't cost me anything, except that damned one-dollar deposit. I wonder what a new bicycle would do. Let's see—good bicycles are expensive—maybe I could get one wholesale. Oh, so he's here again, the knight thought disgustedly.
Lediacre appeared and began making French noises at the puppy, who seemed bewildered by all this attention.
"I don't know," said Elsmith. "If he can be trained properly, he'll be an asset, but if he turns out to be a yapper we'll have to get rid of him. He'd attract attention. Well, Weier, what have you to report?"
They went in, and Sir Howard spread out the papers he had found, meanwhile giving his story.
Elsmith staied haid at the pieces of paper. "We'll test these blank ones for invisible writing, just to make sme, though I don't think there's anything on them. The sentry just disappeared, eh, leaving his hat and rifle? That's
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funny. What do you know about what your brother was doing with his insects? Remember, we were out of touch with him for two months before his death."
"Not a great deal," said Sir Howard. "I was away from home during most of those two months, too, and he never took me into his confidence. I didn't even know about the laboratory until I came home after I heard the news. And by that time they'd smashed up everything and confiscated what they hadn't smashed. They turned the bugs loose in our yard. We had a regular plague of insects for a week."
"Hm-m-m. Hm-m-m." Elsmith lit a cigar. "Somehow I think your brother, and his insects, and the sentry's disappearance are all connected, though I don't see how."
Sir Howard picked up the scrap with the cryptic heading "Pulex irr." "Have you any idea what this means, sir?"
"I suppose it stands for Pulex irritans, the common flea. The M-146 might be the number of an artificial mutation, assuming that your brother was working on mutations. You know what they are, don't you? The thing to the right of it probably means 'attrition factor point one seven/ meaning that after a given length of time under certain conditions only one-sixth as many of a given batch of fleas were alive as would be with the normal nonmutated type. The exclamation marks opposite the M-140, presumably mean that he had found a type of fiea that would stand those conditions, whatever they are, as well as the normal type stands normal conditions."
Sir Howard thought. "Fleas don't bite hoppers, do they? Everybody says that flies and mosquitoes never bother the things. There's—WOW!" Sir Howard thought afterward that it was the greatest moment of his life.
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He couldn't explain, how he had done it. One moment there was confusion and bafflement, and then in a flash everything was clear. He saw in his mind the now-familiar picture of a small gray animal, scratching—scratching. "It's the pup!'
"What? What? Don't ever do that again, my boy. At least, not indoors, unless you want to give me heart failure."
"The puppy, the dog. Suppose Frank had found a mutation of the Sea that liked hoppers. When they dumped all his bugs out, some of these special fleas found their way into the kennels, and were on the pup when I gave him to the sentry to hold. A couple of them went exploring and got on the sentry."
"Well?"
"Well, what would you do if you had a hat on and a flea crawled up under it and bit your scalp?"
"I'd take the hat— By Jove, I see. It's fantastic, but it seems to fit. Ordinary insects don't bother the hoppers because the haemocyanin in their blood gives them indigestion. But if your brother developed a flea that thrived on haemocyanin blood as well as haemoglobin blood—and the hopper, never having suffered from insect bites, would be driven half crazy by them—they didn't bring any special parasitic insects from their own world—he'd take his helmet off and then not have sense enough to put it back on. With those synthetic minds of theirs concentrating on something else, they'd pull their helmets off to scratch without thinking—Where are you going?"
Sir Howard was already at the door. "Lediacre!" he shouted. "Where did the dog go?"
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"He went with Sally, my friend. Or rather, she took him. She said she was about to give him a bath."
"Where? Where?"
"Up by the spring. You wish—"
Sir Howard didn't hear the rest of it; he was racing up the path to the spring. His heart pounded. At the end of the path 3 pretty picture came in view, framed by the trees; Sally Mitten on her knees, the sun in her hair, before a washtub. Over the washtub she held at arm's length a half-grown, smoke-gray, apprehensive-looking terrier.
"Sally.'" His frantic yell, with all the power of his huge chest behind it, made the forest hum with echoes.
"Why . . . HowaTd, what is it? Have the hoppers found our place?"
"No . .. it's the dog." He paused to catch his breath.
"The dog? I was just going to wash him. He's simply covered with fleas."
"Thank God!" Puff, puff, puff.
"That he's covered with fleas?"
"Yes. Have you dunked him in that stuff yet?"
"No. Howard van Slyck, are you crazy?"
"Not at all. Ask your Uncle Homer. But I've got to have those fleas. C'meTe, Mutt or Spike or whatever your name is."
"I'm going to call him Terence."
"All right. C'mere, Terence."
Terence looked at the knight, wagged his tail doubtfully, sat down, and scratched.
By the time he got the dog back to camp, ideas were sprouting like toadstools after a rain. Elsmith said: "It's probable that only a fraction of Terence's fleas are the kind we want. We shall have to find some way of selecting
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them from the mass. There seems to be quite a mass, too." Terence was nibbling at his silky flank.
Sir Howard said: "If we had some of that haemo-cyanin blood, we could feed it to them, and the ones tliat didn't pass out would be the light ones."
"Yes," mused Elsmith, "and that would give us a check on the validity of our theory. I don't know how we could get a supply of hopper blood, though."
Haas drawled: "Maybe we could kidnap one of the critters and take his hat off so he'd be harmless."
"Bravo!" said Lediacrc. "That is the true American spirit, that we read about in France."
"Too risky, I'm afraid," said Elsmith.
"So," continued Lediacre, "does anything else have this special kind of blood?"
"It's almost identical with that of the arthropoda, especially the Crustacea."
"Crustacea? You mean like les homards, the lobsters?"
'Tcs."
"Then, my friends, our problem it is solved! One of our men is the manager of Vinay Freres, a restaurant in New York. Have you ever eaten there? But you must! Their onion soup—magnificent! I shall arrange with him to Heed his lobsters to death before cooking them. It will not harm them as food. And the blood we can smuggle up here. But how docs one Taise fleas? One cannot call, 'Here, flea; here, flea,' at meal time."
"One way," said Elsmith, "is to put them under a glass on your wrist. They eat whenever they want to then. But perhaps if we had the blood in thin rubber bladders, that they could pierce and suck through—"
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Once started, the flea form grew by leaps and bounds. It took an average of five weeks to raise a generation to maturity, but there seemed to be no limit to their reproductive powers, at least when they were coddled as they were at the Adirondack camp. Sir Howard never had a chance to go to Amsterdam for a bicycle. Men came and went. Little Fitzmartin departed happily with instructions to have as many electrostats as possible built, and talking about how they'd absolutely smear the bally blighters. Lediacre was at the camp often. It was a crumb of. comfort to Sir Howard that if he was too busy to squire Sally Mitten, the Frenchman was also. They drove from morning to night. A chamber had to be cut out of the hillside to accommodate thousands of fleas.
There was a colored man from a place called Missouri, who departed with several thousand peculiar pets concealed in the Jining of his battered grass suitcase. There was a red-skinned man from the Southwest, a Nowo, who proved to be an old friendly enemy of Haas. Whereat there was much backslapping and reminiscing: "Say, remember the time we beat the pants off you guys on the South Platte?" "What do you mean, beat the pants off us? You had us out-numbered two to one, and even so we retreated in good order!" There was Maxwell Baugh, the new head of the Hudson-Mohawk branch of the Organization, to Teport that the local hoppers hadn't shown any signs of suspicion, but that they were still worried about the sentry, who had been picked up wandering idiotically, and was unable to give any coherent account of his actions after his helmet had been put back on.
Sir Howard began to appreciate what a big place the world was. He'd have liked to question these men of odd
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sizes and colors about their homelands. But there wasn't time; they came and left by stealth, after staying but a fraction of an hour. A bark from Terence, a shadowy form in the dark, passwords and mutterings, and the man was gone.
"And now," said Elsmith, "we sit and wait. It's the damnable time lag."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"The time it takes for our messengers to get to all parts of the world. In prehopper times you could get to any part of the world in a few days, by flying machines and ground vehicles. But with the fastest means of transportation available to us, it takes a full month to get to places like Central Asia. So we have to wait. Fortunately most of the messengers to the faraway countries got away early; we sent a lot of our own men to save time. But one of them, our man to Iberia, was picked up by the hoppers. He jumped into the Bay of Biscay and drowned himself before they got any information out of him. But we had to send another load of fleas.
"So, my boy, foi the next five weeks you can plan to spend most of your time hunting, fishing, and gardening."
"Sir, I'd like to run down to Amsterdam tomorrow—"
"I'm afraid not, Van Slyck. We'll have to lie very low for the next month. It would be intolerable to have something go wrong at the last minute. The hoppers haven't acted suspicious, but how do we know they're not playing cat-and-mouse with us?"
So, there wouldn't be any bicycle for Sally Mitten. And Lediacre was coming up again in a few days. Oh, to hell with it!
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"About how many fleas have we raised altogether, sir?"
"I don't really know. Something like fifty million."
"That doesn't sound like enough. There are twenty million hoppers. Seems as though we ought to have more than two hoppers per flea—I mean two fleas per hopper. Though the fleas hop, too."
"We shall have. The messengers will establish stations for raising more generations of fleas in various parts of the world. Though one more generation is about all they'll have time for. Some of them are raising their fleas on the way."
"How will they keep them?"
"If everything else fails, there are always their own bodies."
"When is M-day?"
"October ist."
The wait proved more difficult than the work, though Sir Howard did everything he could to make the time pass quickly. He threw himself into such occupations as were open to him with vicious energy, as when he walked five miles through the woods carrying across his shoulders an eight-point buck he had shot. He did little fishing. It wasn't active enough, and besides he was likely to arrive at Sly Pond to find the boat bobbing serenely in the middle of the lake with Sally Mitten and Lediacre in it. There was no fun in standing sullenly on the shore, and after the second occasion he hadn't taken any more chances. He'd rather take his bird glasses down to Little Moose Lake, and watch the local pair of ospreys dive for fish. He read voraciously.
Toward the end of September, when the maples were
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breaking out in scarlet and gold, Maxwell Baugh arrived to discuss detailed plans for the York State uprising. Sir Howard discovered to his surprise that he had been picked to lead a contingent of heavy cavalry against such of the Albany hoppers as were not affected by the fleas. The plans had long been drawn up; it remained but to fit individuals into their places in the pattern.
Sir Howard held up his helmet. "This pait," he said, "is the bowl. This is the visor. This is the bib or beaver."
"Goodness!" said Sally Mitten. "I suppose all those other pieces of armor have names, too."
"Well, well, don't tell me that I've found one subject I know more about than you, my sweet7 Yes, they all have special names, and they all have special purposes. And I know 'em all."
"That's too bad, Howard."
"Huh?"
"I mean, if we're successful, armor will go out of use pretty quickly, won't it? People will have guns then."
"Good Lord, I never thought of that! I guess you're right, though."
"And they'll have power vehicles, too. You wouldn't want to go somewhere on a horse when you can go a hundred miles an hour in a cai."
"I guess you win again, young lady. Here I've spent years learning to sit a horse, and hold a toothpick, and swing a sword, and jump around with fifty pounds of armor on. More tricks than a dead mule has flies. And now, I'm helping to make all that expensive knowledge useless. I suppose it's too late to do anything about it now."
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"Oh, I'm sure you'll get on all right. You're a resourceful young man. By the way, I never could see how men in full armor got around the way they do. I should think they'd be like turtles turned on their backs."
"It isn't so bad. The weight's distributed, and all these joints and little sliding plates give you a good deal of freedom. But if you try to run upstairs with a suit on, you know you're carrying something."
"I should think men would prefer chain armor. Isn't it Jigliter and more flexible?"
"That's what a lot of people think who never wore any. For equivalent protection it's just about as heavy. And there's the padding."
"Padding?"
"Yes. Without an inch ot two of cotton padding underneath, it wouldn't be much good. A blow would break your bones even if the edge didn't go through. And hy the time you get all that padding on, the suit isn't much more limber than one of plate, and it's hotter than the devil's private fireplace. Chain's all right for a little mail shirt like Lyman Haas'. That's just to keep some kind friend from slipping a dagger between your ribs on a dark night."
He buckled his last strap, picked up his helmet, and stood up. The fire threw little red highlights on his suit. "You boys ready?"'
"Yeah," said Cahoon. "We be."
"Been ready half an hour," said Haas. "That'll be a lesson to me, to allow more time for lobsters to get into their shells."
"Howard—"
"Yes, Sally?"
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"I wanted to ask you something—"
"Yes?"
"Be careful how you expose yourself. People who have never faced guns have no idea how deadly they can be."
"Oh. Don't worry. I'm scared to death of the things myself. Be seeing you. I hope."
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//    /hoofs. The fog was still rising off JL^ the  Mohawk.   You   couldn't  see anything but the other men in the troop and the glistening black road ahead. The mist condensed on their plate and ran down in little streaks.
Out of Schenectady, they passed the huge masts of the broadcasting station. A small fire near the base of the nearest mast made a spot of orange in the grayness. Three men were standing around the mast, and a fourth was kneeling at its base. He was chopping at a cable with a butcher's cleaver. Chunk went the cleaver. Chunk. Chunk. Chunk.
"Here's McCormack Corners," said a man.
"What's Weier taking us around this way for?" asked another. "It's shorter by Cofonie."
"Dunno. Maybe they want to keep the Mohawk Pike open for somebody else."
They halted. Up ahead was a pattering of many hoofs.
"Single file," came back Sir Howard's baritone. "Walk."
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They straightened out, and saw that a large troop of unarmored men with crossbows dangling from their saddles was trotting past along the Cherry Valley Pike. One of them called: "Hey lobsters! What are you coming for? You'll be about as useful as real lobsters. We're the ones got to do the real fighting]"
"We're to fight the hoppers when they come out, and you guys pull foot," retorted one of the armored men. "Seen any hoppers?"
"Just one," a crossbowman called back. "Near Duanes-burg. Funniest thing you ever seen. He just sat there on his cycle watching us go past. Didn't do nothing. Thought we was just a local war party, I guess."
"Local war party! That's good!"
"He didn't do nothing. Didn't even say, 'Halt, men!' I bet he was surprised when Schuyler, up front, but a bolt through him."
"What'd he do then?"
"Just keeled over and squeaked for a while. Then he didn't squeak any more."
The crossbowmen pulled up ahead. It was getting quite light. The mist faded. In front of them the sun, orange on top shading to deep red underneath, threw cheerful lights on the plate.
"I see the Office Building," said a man. "Suppose any hoppers are in it now?"
"Prob'ly," replied another. "They get to work early. One reason I never liked the hoppers is the early hours they keep."
"You call getting to work at seven early! You oughta work on a farm, mister."
"Maybe they'll see us."
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"Maybe. They'll know something's wrong. That static machine oughta be going on any time."
"They got guns in the Office Building?"
"Ayuh. I think so."
"I mean big ones—artillery, they call 'em."
"Well, this ain't Watervliet." '
"No. But the guns at Watervliet could shoot clear down to Albany if they had a mind to."
"Huh? There ain't nothing can shoot that far."
"Oh, yes. They can shoot clear down to Kingston if they got a mind to. But that's why they have the static machines. So the hoppers can't radio back and forth to tell where to shoot."
"I hear we got guns, too."
"I thinlc we got some. Some they stole from the hoppers, and some they made. But the trouble is, there ain't anybody knows how to work 'em. I thought of trying to get in a gun troop, and then decided I'd liefer stick to my old toothpick."
"Say, who's the twerp up front with Weier? Guy with a funny hat."
"Dunno. He's from some place they call Wyoming. Down South, I think."
"Don't see how he could make any speed with that hat. Too much air resistance."
"Hey, wasn't that a shot?"
"Ayuh. Sounds lite it,"
"They're shooting regular now. Weier better hurry up, or the fun'll be all over befoTe we get there."
The windows of Albany rattled to continuous gunfire when Sir Howard led his troop behind the Educa-
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tion Building across the street from the Office Building. Up and down Elk Street little knots of armed men waited. The knight told his men to wait, dismounted, and trotted around the corner.
Most of the gunfire was coming from the tall Office Building. All the windows on the lower floors of this building had been broken. From the nearer surrounding buildings came a stream of arrows and crossbow bolts. Barricades had been thrown up at the intersections. More crossbowmen, and a few men with rifles and pistols, stood behind these barricades shooting. Eli Cahoon was behind a near one. He was going from man to man, saying: "Now, take your time, son; just squeeze the trigger slow." In front of the shattered glass (Soots of the Office Building lay a pile of dead hoppers without helmets. Scattered over the broad Capitol Square were a score or so of dead men. A little puffy wind was rising. It picked up yellow and brown leaves from the piles raked together in the gutters and whirled them merrily around the square.
Sir Howard picked out an officer, a man in ordinary hunting clothes with a brassard on his arm. "Hey, Bodan-sky! I'm on time, I hope."
"Thank God you got here, Wcier! You're in com-
"What?"
"Yep; the whole shootin' match. Baugh's dead. He led the charge when they tried to get into the gTflund floor. Haverhill hasn't shown up; nobody knows what's become oi him. And McFee just had his arm all smashed to hell by a bullet. So you're it."
"Whew! What's the situation?"
"So-so. We can't get in, and they can't get out.
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Olsen turned the fleas loose on schedule; they got most of the hoppers. But there was enough left to put the helmets back on the heads of some. The ones they didn't put the helmets on wandered out the front door like they were silly, and the boys potted 'em. I don't think you can get the boys to make another charge; they saw what happened to the first one."
"How about their cone transformers?"
"They've got a couple, but they can't use 'em because we turned the city power off. We got the power plant right at the start. They've got some convulsion rayers, too, but they're only the little kind, good up to fifty feet. Here's Greene." Another officer ran up.
"The riflemen's ammunition isn't going to last much longer," he gasped. "Half of it's too old to go off, anyway. And they're shooting pretty wild."
"Tell the riflemen to cease firing," Sir Howard snapped. He was feeling both awed by the unexpected responsibility and tremendously important. "We'll need them later."
"The bows and kickers won't reach to the upper floors," said Bodansky.
"We can't do much to the upper floors from here, anyway. We'll have to find some way of getting into the lower floors." He thought for a minute. They were expecting him to produce some bright idea. If he didn't he'd be a failure. He raised his voice: "Hey, Eli! Eli Cahoon!"
The old New Englander came over with his slinking walk. "Yeah?"
"Think it's going to blow?"
"Hrn-m-m.   Maybe.   Shouldn't   be   surprised."   He
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looked at the sky, at the dancing leaves. "No'thwest, in about an hour."
"All right. Bodansky, have another barricade thrown across the yard back of the Office Building. Use furniture, anything. Tell the boys to keep down close to it, so they won't be potted from the upper floors. Get all the crates and boxes in town. Pile 'em on the west side of the barricade. Get all the dead leaves you can."
"Bonfire? Smudge?"
"Yes. And get every garbage can in Albany! We'll show them something about smells. Hey, St. John! Get out the fire department. We're going to start a smudge, and when the smoke gets thick we'll run the trucks up on the sidewalk alongside the OEce Building, and the boys will climb up the ladders into the windows."
He -worked around behind buildings to the other side of the square, checking dispositions and talking to harassed officers. There were men in plate, men in overalls, men in store clothes. There were men with billhooks, men with bows, men with butcher knives lashed to the ends of poles. There were a few dead men, and an occasional wounded man being carried off.
The pile of assorted fuels gtew, over beyond the Office Building. The fire department hadn't appeared. Why, of course, he thought, most of the firemen are on the firing line. I've been dumb. There has to be somebody to hitch up the fire horses. I'll have to get somebody to round 'em up. He gave orders; men ran, hesitated, and came back to have them repeated.
The bonfiTe began to crackle and smoke. It smoked beautifully. The breeze was just strong enough to wrap the Office Building in a shroud of pearly fumes, so that
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you could only see parts of it. Sir Howard heard a man near him cough and say, "Who the hell they trying to smoke out, us or the hoppers?"
There was a snoring buzz, and a flying machine swept over the buildings. More and more men neglected their shooting to stare up at it apprehensively. It circled and' came back.
"They going to bomb us?" asked an officer.
"They'd like to," replied Sir Howard, "But they don't know where to bomb. They're afraid of hitting their own people. Tell your boys to pay attention to the Office Building; not to wony about the flier."
The machine appeared again, much higher and flying north. It was almost out of sight behind the buildings when it disappeared in a blinding magnesium-white flash. Sir Howard knew what was coming, and opened his mouth. The concussion made men stagger, and a few fell. It took the knight a second to realize that the musical tinkle was not in his head but was glass falling from thousands of windows.
Everywhere were scared faces, a few with nosebleeds. They'd bolt in a minute. He trotted down the line, ex: plaining: "It O.K.! We got Watervliet! We turned one of their own X beams on the ship and set off its bombs! Everything's fine!"
"They're coming out!" somebody yelled.
Sir Howard looked around. It would be logical for the hoppers to bolt, now that the arsenal had fallen. He ought to be with his cavalry troop on the other side of the square. The shooting from the Office Building had slackened. It would take him all day to work around outside the zone of fire. He vaulted a barricade, almost fell
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when he landed under the weight of his plate, and started to run across the square with the queer, tottering run that armored men have.
He was halfway across when the hoppers boiled out of the Office Building by the front doors. He was right in front of them. There was a crash of shots from the guns they carried in their claws. Nothing touched him. He ran on. There were scattering shots from the hoppers, and something hit his right pauldron and ricocheted off with a screech. He spun half around and fell. Thank God, it was just a glancing hit, he thought. Better play possum for a few seconds. He thought he heard a groan from the human army when he fell, but that was pure self-conceit, as most of them had no idea who he was. He looked out of the corner of his eye toward the hoppers. They were bounding across the square toward the buildings. There must have been fifty; thirty-five, anyway. Arrows and bolts streaked toward them, mostly going wild. An arrow bounced off Sir Howard's backplate. God, he thought, is one of those idiots going to kill me by mistake? The hoppers had turned and were going back the way they had come.
Sir Howard scrambled up. In front of him men were dropping over a barricade and running toward him. They were shouting something and pointing. He looked around. Not thirty feet off was a hopper. It had a sOTt of gun in' its hands, connected by cables to a knapsack thing strapped to its back. It was a lightning gun. It went off with a piercing crack, and a straight pencil of blue flash went past Sir Howard. It cracked again and again. A couple of the men who had rim toward him were lying down, and the rest were running back. The gun cracked again, and
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the flash ended on Sir Howard's breastplate. All his muscles twitched, and his bones were jarred. But he did not fall. The gun CTacked again and yet again, with the same result. His suit was grounding the discharges. He got his sword out and took a step toward the hopper. The hopper went soaring away across the square after its fellows, who were bouncing along State Street.
People were dropping out of doors and windows and climbing over barricades. They came out quickly enough now that the hoppers were in retreat. If he didn't get his cavalry under way in a few seconds, the square would be packed and they'd be stuck like flics on flypaper.
Just ahead of the crowd Musik, his second-in-command, and Lyman Haas appeared at a canter. The former was leading Paul Jones. The men were clattering in double file behind them. Sir Howard yelled, "Stout fellas!" and climbed aboard. As he did so, Haas shouted: "The cavalry from Pittsfield is coming up State from the river!"
"They can't get through here; you tell 'em to go around by the south end of town and head west. Try to cut the hoppers off! All right, let's go!" They pounded diagonally across the square; men who had just run out ran back, like startled chickens, to get out of their way.
The barricade across State Street west of the Office Building was low, and had only a few men behind it. These shot wildly until the hoppers were two jumps away, then broke and scattered like flushed quail. The hoppers soared over the barricade and shot the men in the back as they ran. When Sir Howard arrived at the barricade the hoppers were far down State Street, their bodies rising and falling like overhead valves. Sir Howard put Paul Jones over the barricade. A terrific clang made him squirm
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around in the saddles. Musik and Musik's horse were standing on their heads on the west side of the barricade. Both got up quickly. Musik's horse ran along after the troop, and Musik ran after his horse on foot, yelling. "Come back here, you bastitchl" and falling farther and farther behind. Far away they heard the sirens of the fire engines, arriving at last.
They cut across Washington Park and galloped out New Scotland Avenue, keeping the hoppers in sight, but not gaining much on them. People ran into the street, ran back when the hoppers appeared, ran out again, and ran back again when the cavalry came along.
They got out into the southwestern part of Albany, where New Scotland Avenue becomes Slingerlands Road. A few streets had once been iaid down here, but very few houses had been built. It was mostly fust a big flat area covered with tall weeds. There were other horsemen on their left, presumably the men from Massachusetts. These were swooping along drawing steel bows. The combination worked beautifully. An arrow would bring down a hopper, and by the time Sir Howard's lobsters had passed over it, each taking a jab at it with a lance, it didn't look like a hopper. It didn't look particularly like anything.
The hoppers were spreading out. The men, without orders, were spreading out to hunt them down. Sir Howard found himself alone and chasing a hopper. He wondered what he'd do if the hopper got to the edge of the plateau on which Albany stands before he caught it. He couldn't gallop Paul Jones down the slope that ended at Normans Kill. But this hopper seemed to be going slowly. As Sir Howard gained on it, he saw that it had an arrow sticking in its thigh.
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Sir Howard squeezed his lance and sighted on the hopper. The hopper stopped, turned around, and raised a small gun. The gun went off, and something went off in the knight's side. The saddle seemed to be lifted away from him, and he landed on his back in the weeds. His side pained horribly for a moment, so that he felt deathly sick.
He couldn't see for the weeds, which stuck up like a forest around him. All he could see was the hopper standing there. The hopper raised the gun again. The gun clicked harmlessly. Sir Howard thought, if I can get up I can finish it before it reloads. He tried to sit up, but his plate dragged him down again. The hopper was reloading, and he eouJdn't get up. He could bear the drumming of hoofs, but they seemed miles away. He thought, Oh, God, why do I have to die now? Why couldn't I have died at the start? The hopper clicked the gun and raised it again. His side hurt terribly, and he was going to die at the last moment.
Then there were hoofs, near, and something snaky hissed out of the air to settle around the hopper. The gun went off, but the hopper was bouncing away in grotesque positions. It gave a final bounce and disappeared behind the weeds.
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e'll be all right. It's just a broken builet went through his plate and grazed his side. The broken ends cut him up a little when he fell. Sure, you can see him." Then they all came in; Elsmith and Sally Mitten and Haas and Cahoon and Lediacre. The Frenchman was dirty and had a bandage over his left ear. He was very sympathetic.
They all tried to talk at once. Sir Howard asked how things were going. Elsmith answered: "Fine. We got word by radio—we turned the electrostats off—that all the broadcasting stations in New York had been taken. There must have been at least a thousand hoppers in the R.C.A. Building, but they mounted some captured heavy guns in Columbus Circle and blew them out of it. As far as I know, all the hopper strongholds in North America have been taken. There are some hoppers still at large, but they'll be killed on sight.
"There are quite a few holding out in Africa, but there's an Arab army on its way to deal with them, completely outfitted with hopper guns. They even found some
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people willing to take a chance on running the captured flying machines. Mongolia never got any fleas at all, but there were only a few hoppers there, anyway. It's pretty much the same elsewhere. Some of them got away in their flying machines and used their bombs and rays. They blew Louisville off the map, for instance. But they had to come down eventually, and there wasn't any friendly place to land. In places where the most fleas were released, and all the hoppers took off their hats to scratch, the way they did at Watervliet, it was simply a slaughter of helpless animals. I'm trying to save a few of them." "Why?"
"Without the helmets they're quite harmless creatures, and rather interesting. It would be a shame to exterminate them completely. After all, they didn't exterminate us when they had the chance."
"LymanI You certainly saved my hash." "Wasn't nothing, really. That was a good cast I made, though. I'd used up all my arrows. Broke the hopper's neck with one yank. Guess that there helmet made it concentrate too hard on shooting you, or he'd 'a' seen me. Longest cast I ever made with a rope. The only trouble is they won't believe me when I get back home. I'll have to take the rope along to show them."
"How did you happen to get theTe just then7" "Oh, I caught up with you. Those truck horses you fellas ride ain't no faster'n turtles. It's a wonder to me you don't get some big turtles to ride. The shells would stop arrows and things, and you wouldn't need to worry about being blown off backward by the wind."
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Albany. They were standing in  the lobby of the fifth building of that name.
"Are you going now, Howard?" asked Sally Mitten.
"Yep." This was a final good-by, he knew. He managed to sound brightly conversational. "I'll have to see how things are down in Poughkeepsie. You and Elsmith are going, too, aren't you?"
"Yes; we're taking a boat for New York tonight. We sail at nine, wind permitting. I've never made the Hudson River trip."
"What are you going to do?"
"Some people are talking about making Uncle Homer an earl, or king, or something. But he won't have it. He's going to organize a university. It's what he's always wanted to do. And I'm still his secretary. What are your plans? Go back and be a country gentleman again?"
"Didn't I tell you? We've both been so busy. I've got a career! You know all those books I read up at camp? Well, they set me to thinking. Fot three hundred years we've been standing still under the form of social and political organization the hoppers imposed on us—I'm getting pretty good at the dictionary words myself, liuh?—and they didn't pick that form because they had our welfare at heart, or because they wanted us to get places. They picked it because it was the most stagnant form they could find in our history. What I mean is that our.. .uh... synthetic feudalism is about as progressive as a snail with arthritis. So I thought it might be a good idea to try out some of this govemment-by-the-people business. No classes; all comrades together, the way we and Lyman were."
"I'm so glad. I was afraid you'd want to get back in the old groove."
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"I thought you'd approve. You know what it'll be like; a wild scramble for power, with every little baron and marquis trying to get everybody else by the short hair. You know what their cry will be: York State for the York Staters, Saratoga for the Saratogans, and Kaaterskill Junction for the whatever-you-catt-'ems. But I'd like to see the whole continent under one government-by-the-people. Most of it was once. Or even the whole world, if we could manage it some day. Of course, a lot of our little lords won't like the idea. So I've got my work cut out for me. I don't anticipate a very quiet life."
"How are you going about it?"
"It's already started. I got together with some of the boys who think the way I do—mostly people who were in the Organization—the other night, and we formed something called the Committee of Political Organization for York State. Copoys for short. They made me chairman."
"Isn't that splendid!"
"Well, maybe the fact that I got the meeting together had something to do with it. I even made a speech."
"I didn't know you could make speeches."
"Neither did I. I stood there and said 'Uh. . .uh' at Erst. Then I thought, hell they won't enjoy hearing me say 'Uh. . .uh.' So I told them what they'd been through, which they knew as well as I, and what a swell fellow the late Maxwell Baugh was. Then I repeated some of the things I'd read in those books, and said we might as well have left the hoppers in control if we weren't going to change anything. They tried to carry me around on their shoulders afterward."
"Oh, Howard! Why didn't you let them?"
"I was willing enough. But one of the carriers was
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the little Fitzmartin, the electrostat man—his real name's Mudd, by the way—and he wasn't quite up to holding his half of my two hundred and some pounds. So the first thing I knew he was On the floor and I was sitting on top of him."
She laughed. "I'd like to have seen that!"
He laughed, too, though he didn't feel like laughing. He felt like hell. It was a very special kind of hell, new m his experience. "It looks as though I were cut out for politics. Jeepers, when I think of the snooty ignoramus I used to be! This may be the last time I'll wear the old suit." He patted the maple-leaf insignia on his breastplate affectionately. "I'm afraid my father won't approve of my program; I can just hear his remarks about people who are traitors to their class. But that can't be helped."
"Are you riding Paul Jones down?"
"Yes. My slat's just about mended, though I'm still wearing enough adhesive to stop a bolt from a Remington high-power. I don't mind it, but I hate to think of the day it'll have to be pulled off." He thought, come on, Van Slyck, you're only making it harder for yourself, standing here and gassing. Get it over with.
"You could go in one of the hopper vehicles, I should think."
"Thanks, but until I leam to run one myself I'm not risking my neck with any young spriggins who thinks he can drive just because he's seen it done." He added, "It was fun, wasn't it?"
"It certainly was."
It was time to go, now. He opened his mouth to say good-by. But she asked: "Do you expect to get down to New York?"
DIVIDE    AND    RULE "Oh, certainly. I'll be there often, politicking." "Will you come to see me?" "Why, uh, yes, I suppose so." "You don't have to if you don't want to." "Oh, I want to all right. I want to worse than a fish wants water. But. . .you know. . .if you and Monsieur Lediacre.. .you mightn't want me—"
She looked puzzled, then buTSt out laughing. "Howard, you idiot! Etienne's got a wife and four children in France, whom he's devoted to. Every chance he has he gets me off and tells me about them. Etienne's a dear fellow, and he'd give you his shirt. But he bores me so with his darling little Josette, and his wonderful little Ren6; such an intelligent child, Mamzelle, a prodigy! It was especially bad those last few weeks in camp; all the time I was wishing you'd butt in and interrupt his rhapsodies, and you never did."
"Well, I. . .1. . .1 never."
"Were you really going to make it good-by forever on that account? I could never have looked at a maple leaf in the fall again without thinking of you."
"Well, I. . .in that case, of course I'll come. I was planning to be down in a couple of weeks; that's. . .To hell with thatl Where can I get a passage on this boat of yours? Never mind, there's a ticket agency right here in the hotel. I hope they ship horses; they'll ship my horse if I have to smuggle him aboard in my duffel bag. I see I've got some lost time to make up for. You once remarked, Sally, that you thought I had brains. Well, I admit I'm not a great genius like your Uncle Homer. But I think I have sense enough not to make the same mistake twice, thank
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God! What's more, I think I see how we can have a perfect revenge on our friend Lediacre."
"What do you mean, Howard? The poor man can't help-"
"No. He's a nice chap and all that. But some day"— he smiled grimly—"I shall take the greatest pleasure in getting him in a comer and feeding him a dose of his own identical medicine!"
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