A World is Born | Page 4

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Gray's. "You want to escape, don't you?"
Gray studied her, grinning as the slow rose flushed her skin, the corners

of her mouth tightening with anger.
"Go on," he said. "You have a nice voice."
Her eyes narrowed, but she held her temper.
"You must know what that would mean, Gray. There are thousands of
veterans in the prisons now. Their offenses are mostly trivial, but the
Prison Authority can't let them go, because they have no jobs, no
homes, no money.
"The valleys here are fertile. There are mines rich in copper and
pitchblende. The men have a chance for a home and a job, a part in
building a new world. We hope to make Mercury an independent,
self-governing member of the League of Worlds."
"With the Moultons as rulers, of course," Gray murmured.
"If they want us," answered Jill, deliberately missing the point. "Do you
think you have the right to destroy all we've worked for?"
Gray was silent. Rather grimly, she went on.
"Caron of Mars would like to see us defeated. He didn't care about
Mercury before radium was discovered. But now he'd like to turn it into
a prison mining community, with convict labor, leasing mine grants to
corporations and cleaning up big fortunes for himself and his
associates.
"Any trouble here will give him an excuse to say that we've failed, that
the Project is a menace to the Solar System. If you try to escape, you
wreck everything we've done. If you don't tell the truth, you may cost
thousands of men their futures.
"Do you understand? Will you cooperate?"
Gray said evenly, "I'm my own keeper, now. My brother will have to
take care of himself."

It was ridiculously easy, she was so earnest, so close to him. He had a
brief kaleidoscope of impressions--Ward's sullen bewilderment,
Moulton's angry roar, Dio's jerky rise to his feet as the guards grabbed
for their guns.
Then he had his hands around her slim, firm throat, her body pressed
close to his, serving as a shield against bullets.
"Don't be rash," he told them all quietly. "I can break her neck quite
easily, if I have to. Ward, unlock that door."
In utter silence, Ward darted over and began to spin the dial. At last he
said, "Okay, c'mon."
Gray realized that he was sweating. Jill was like warm, rigid marble in
his hands. And he had another idea.
"I'm going to take the girl as a hostage," he announced. "If I get safely
away, she'll be turned loose, her health and virtue still intact. Good
night."
The clang of the heavy door had a comforting sound behind them.
* * * * *
The ship was a commercial job, fairly slow but sturdy. Gray strapped
Jill Moulton into one of the bucket seats in the control room and then
checked the fuel and air gauges. The tanks were full.
"What about you?" he said to Ward. "You can't go back."
"Nah. I'll have to go with you. Warm her up, Duke, while I open the
dome."
He darted out. Gray set the atmosphere motors idling. The dome slid
open, showing the flicker of the auroras, where areas of intense heat
and cold set up atmospheric tension by rapid fluctuation of adjoining
air masses.

Mercury, cutting the vast magnetic field of the Sun in an eccentric orbit,
tortured by the daily change from blistering heat to freezing cold in the
thin atmosphere, was a powerful generator of electricity.
Ward didn't come back.
Swearing under his breath, tense for the sound of pursuit in spite of the
girl, Gray went to look. Out beyond the hangar, he saw a figure
running.
Running hard up into the narrowing cleft of the valley, where natural
galleries in the rock of Mercury led to the places where the copper
cables were anchored, and farther, into the unexplored mystery of the
caves.
Gray scowled, his arrogant Roman profile hard against the flickering
aurora. Then he slammed the lock shut.
The ship roared out into the tearing winds of the plain. Gray cut in his
rockets and blasted up, into the airless dark among the high peaks.
Jill Moulton hadn't moved or spoken.
Gray snapped on the space radio, leaving his own screen dark.
Presently he picked up signals in a code he didn't know.
"Listen," he said. "I knew there was some reason for Ward's running
out on me."
His Indianesque face hardened. "So that's the game! They want to make
trouble for you by letting me escape and then make themselves heroes
by bringing me in, preferably dead.
"They've got ships waiting to get me as soon as I clear Mercury, and
they're getting stand-by instructions from somebody on the ground. The
somebody that Ward was making for."
Jill's breath