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- WHO GOES THERE?
- Chapter 1
- The place stank. A queer, mingled stench that only the ice buried cabins of an Antarctic camp
- know, compounded of reeking human sweat, and the heavy, fish oil stench of melted seal blubber. An
- overtone of liniment combated the musty smell of sweat-and-snow-drenched furs. The acrid odor of
- burnt cooking fat, and the animal, not-unpleasant smell of dogs, diluted by time, hung in the air.
- Lingering odors of machine oil contrasted sharply with the taint of harness dressing and leather.
- Yet, somehow, through all that reek of human beings and their associates - dogs, machines and
- cooking - came another taint. It was a queer, neck-ruffling thing, a faintest suggestion of an odor
- alien among the smells of industry and life. And it was a lifesmell. But it came from the thing that
- lay bound with cord and tarpaulin on the table, dripping slowly, methodically onto the heavy planks,
- dank and gaunt under the unshielded glare of the electric light.
- Blair, the little bald-pated biologist of the expedition, twitched nervously at the wrappings, exposed
- clear, dark ice beneath and then pulling the tarpaulin back into place restlessly. His little bird-like
- motions of suppressed eagerness danced his shadow across the fringe of stiff, graying hair around
- his naked skull a comical halo about the shadow's head.
- Commander Garry brushed aside the lax legs of a suit of underwear, and stepped toward the table.
- Slowly his eyes traced around the rings of men sardined into the Administration Building. His tall,
- stiff body straightened finally, and he nodded. "Thirty-seven, all here." His voice was low, yet
- carried the clear authority of the commander by nature, as well as by title.
- "You know the outline of the story back of that find of the Secondary Pole Expedition. I have been
- conferring with Second-in-Command McReady, and Norris, as well as Blair and Dr. Copper. There
- is a difference of opinion, and because it involves the entire group, it is only just that the entire
- Expedition personnel act on it.
- "I am going to ask McReady to give you the details of the story, because each of you has been too
- busy with his own work to follow closely the endeavors of the others. McReady?"
- Moving from the smoke-blued background, McReady was a figure from some forgotten myth, a
- looming, bronze statue that held life, and walked. Six-feet-four inches he stood as he halted beside
- the table, and, with a characteristic glance upward to assure himself of room under the low ceiling
- beams, straightened. His rough, clashingly orange windproof jacket he still had on, yet with his
- huge frame it did not seem misplaced. Even here, four feet beneath the drift-wind that droned across
- the Antartic waste above the ceiling, the cold of the frozen continent leaked in, and gave meaning to
- the harshness of the man. And he was bronze- his great red-bronze beard, the heavy hair that
- matched it. The gnarled, corded hands gripping, relaxing, gripping and relaxing on the table planks
- were bronze. Even the deep-sunken eyes beneath heavy brows were bronzed.
- Age-resisting endurance of the metal spoke in the cragged heavy outlines of his face, and the
- mellow tones of the heavy voice. "Norris and Blair agree on one thing; that animal we found was not
- - terrestrial - in origin. Norris fears there may be danger in that; Blair says there is none.
- "But I'll go back to how, and why, we found it. To all that was known before we came here, it
- appeared that this point was exactly over the South Magnetic Pole of the Earth. The compass does
- point straight down here, as you all know. The more delicate instruments of the physicists,
- instruments especially designed for this expedition and its study of the magnetic pole, detected a
- secondary effect, a secondary, less powerful magnetic influence about 80 miles southwest of here.
- "The Secondary Magnetic Expedition went out to investigate it. There is no need for details. We
- found it, but it was not the huge meteorite or magnetic mountain Norris had expected to find. Iron
- ore is magnetic, of course; iron more so - and certain special steels even more magnetic. From the
- surface indications, the secondary pole we found was small, so small that the magnetic effect it had
- was preposterous. No magnetic material conceivable could have that effect. Soundings throught the
- ice indicated it was within one hundred feet of the glacier surface.
- "I think you should know the structure of the place. There is a broad plateau, a level sweep that
- runs more than 150 miles due south from the Secondary station, Van Wall says. He didn't have
- time or fuel to fly farther, but it was running smoothly due south then. Right there, where that
- buried thing was, there is an ice-drowned mountian ridge, a granite wall of unshakeable strength
- that has damned back the ice creeping from the south.
- "And four hundred miles due south is the South Polar Plateau. You have asked me at various times
- why it gets warmer here when the wind rises, and most of you know. As a meteorologist I'd have
- staked my word that no wind could blow at -70 degrees - that no more than a 5 mile wind could blow
- at -50, without causing warming due to friction with the ground, snow and ice, and the air itself.
- "We camped there on the lip of that ice-drowned mountain range for twelve days. We dug our camp
- into the blue ice that formed the surface, and escaped most of it. But for twelve consecutive days the
- wind blew at 45 miles an hour. It went as high as 48, and fell to 41 at times. The temperature was
- -63 degrees. It rose to -60 and fell to -68. It was meteorologically impossible, and it went on
- uninterruptedly for twelve days and twelve nights.
- "Somewhere to the south, the frozen air of the South Polar Plateau slides down from that
- 18,000-foot bowl, down a mountain pass, over a glacier, and starts north. There must be a funneling
- mountain chain that directs it, and sweeps it away for four hundred miles to hit that bald plateau
- where we found the secondary pole, and 350 miles farther north reaches the Antartic Ocean.
- "It's been frozen there ever since Antartica froze twenty million years ago. There has never been a
- thaw there.
- "Twenty million years ago Antartica was beginning to freeze. We've investigated, thought and built
- speculations. What we believe happened was about like this.
- "Something came down out of space, a ship. We saw it there in the blue ice, a thing like a
- submarine without a conning tower or directive vanes, 280 feet long and 45 feet in diameter at its
- thickest.
- "Eh, Van Wall? Space? Yes, but I'll explain that better later." McReady's steady voice went on.
- "It came down fromspace, driven and lifted by forces men haven't discovered yet, and somehow -
- perhaps something went wrong then - it tangled with Earth's magnetic field. It came south here, out
- of control probably, circling the magnetic pole. That's a savage country there, but when Antartica
- was still freezing it, it must have been a thousand times more savage. There must have been
- blizzard snow, as well as drift, new snow falling as the continent glaciated. The swirl there must
- have been particularly bad, the wind hurling a solid blanket of white over the lip of that now-buried
- mountain.
- "The ship struck solid granite head-on, and cracked up. Not every one of the passengers in it was
- killed, but the ship must have been ruined, her driving mechanism locked. It tangled with the
- Earth's field, Norris believes. No thing made by intelligent beings can tangle with the dead
- immensity of a planet's natural forces and survive.
- "One of its passengers stepped out. The wind we saw there never fell below 41, and the temperature
- never rose above -60. Then, the wind must have been stronger. And there was drift falling in a solid
- sheet. The 'thing' was lost completely in ten paces." He paused for a moment, the deep, steady voice
- giving way to the the drone of wind overhead, and the uneasy, malicious gurgling in the pipe of the
- galley stove.
- Drift - a drift-wind was sweeping by overhead. Right now the snow picked up by the mumbling wind
- fled in level, blinding lines across the face of the buried camp. If a man stepped out of the tunnels
- that connected each of the camp buildings beneath the surface, he'd be lost in ten paces. Out there,
- the slim, black finger of the radio mast lifted 300 feet into the air, and at its peak was the clear
- night sky. A sky of thin, whining wind rushing steadily from beyond to another beyond under the
- licking, curling mantle of the aurora. And off north, the horizon flamed with queer, angry colors of
- the midnight twilight. That was spring 300 feet above Antartica.
- At the surface - it was white death. Death of a needle-fingered cold driven before the wind, sucking
- heat from any warm thing. Cold - and white mist of endless, everlasting drift, the fine, fine particles
- of licking snow that obscured all things.
- Kinner, the little, scar-faced cook, winced. Five days ago he had stepped out to the surface to reach a
- cache of frozen beef. He had reached it, started back - and the drift-wind leapt out of the south. Cold,
- white death that streamed across the ground blinded him in twenty seconds. He stumbled on wildly
- in circles. It was half an hour before rope-guided men from below found him in the impenetrable
- murk.
- It was easy for man -or 'thing'- to get lost in ten paces.
- "And the drift-wind then was probably more impenetrable than we know." McReady's voice snapped
- Kinner's mind back. Back to welcome, dank warmth of the Ad Building. "The passenger of the ship
- wasn't prepared either, it appears. It froze within ten feet of the ship.
- "We dug down to find the ship, and our tunnel happened to find the frozen - animal. Barclay's axe
- ice-axe struck its skull.
- "When we saw what it was, Barclay went back to the tractor, started the fire up and when the steam
- pressure built, sent a call for Blair and Dr. Copper. Barclay himself was sick then. Stayed sick for
- three days, as a matter of fact.
- "When Blair and Copper came, we cut out the animal in a block of ice, as you see, wrapped it and
- loaded it on the tractor for return here. We wanted to get into that ship.
- "We reached the side and found the metal was something we didn't know. Our beryllium-bronze,
- non-magnetic tools wouldn't touch it. Barclay had some tool-steel on the tractor, and that wouldn't
- scratch it either. We made reasonable tests - even tried some acid from the batteries with no
- results.
- "They must have had a passivating process to make magnesium metal resist acid that way, and the
- alloy must have been at least 95 per cent magnesium. But we had no way of guessing that, so when
- we spotted the barely opened lock door, we cut around it. There was clear, hard ice inside the lock,
- where we couldn't reach it. Through the little crack we could look in and see that only metal and
- tools were in there, so we decided to loosen the ice with a bomb.
- "We had decanite bombs and thermite. Thermite is the ice-softener; decanite might have shattered
- valuable things, where the thermite's heat would just loosen the ice. Dr. Copper, Norris and I placed
- a 25-pound thermite bomb, wired it, and took the connector up the tunnel to the surface, where Blair
- had the steam tractor waiting. A hundred yards the other side of that granite wall we set off the
- thermite bomb.
- "The magnesium metal of the ship caught, of course. The glow of the bomb flared and died, then it
- began to flare again. We ran back to the tractor, and gradually the glare built up. From where we
- were we could see the whole ice-field illuminated from beneath with an unbearable light; the ship's
- shadow was a great, dark cone reaching off towards the north, where the twilight was just about
- gone. For a moment it lasted, and we counted three other shadow things that might have been other
- -passengers - frozen there. Then the ice was crashing down and against the ship.
- "That's why I told you about that place. The wind sweeping down from the Pole was at our backs.
- Steam and hydrogen flame were torn away in white ice-fog; the flaming heat under the ice there was
- yanked away toward the Antartic Ocean before it touched us. Otherwise we wouldn't have come
- back, even with the shelter of that granite ridge that stopped the light.
- "Somehow in the blinding inferno we could see great hunched things, black bulks glowing, even so.
- They shed even the furious incandescence of the magnesium for a time. Those must have been the
- engines, we knew. Secrets going in a blazing glory - secrets that might have given Man the planets.
- Mysterious things that could lift and hurl that ship - and had soaked in the force of the Earth's
- magnetic field. I saw Norris' mouth move, and ducked. I couldn't hear him.
- "Insulation - something - gave way. All Earth's field they'd soaked up twenty million years before
- broke loose. The aurora in the sky licked down, and the whole plateau there was bathed in cold fire
- that blanketed vision. The ice-axe in my hand got red hot, and hissed on the ice. Metal buttons on my
- clothes burned into me. And a flash of electric blue seared upward from beyond the granite wall.
- "Then the walls of ice crashed down on it. For an instant it squealed the way dry-ice does when it's
- pressed between metal.
- "We were blind and groping in the dark for hours while our eyes recovered. We found every coil
- within a mile was fused rubbish, the dynamo and every radio set, the earphones and speakers. If we
- hadn't had the steam tractor, we wouldn't have gotten over to the Secondary Camp.
- "Van Wall flew in from Big Magnet at sun-up, as you know. We came home as soon as possible.
- That is the history of - that." McReady's great bronze beard gestured toward the thing on the table.
- Chapter 2
- Blair stirred uneasily, his little, bony fingers wriggling under the harsh light. Little brown
- freckles on his knuckles slid back and forth as the tendons under the skin twitched. He pulled
- aside a bit of tarpaulin and looked impatiently at the dark ice-bound thing inside.
- McReady's big body straightened somewhat. He'd ridden the rocking, jarring steam tractory forty
- miles that day, pushing on to Big Magnet here. Even his calm will had been pressed by the anxiety to
- mix again with humans. It was alone and quiet out there in Secondary Camp, where a wolf-wind
- howled down from the Pole. Wolf-wind howling in his sleep -winds droning and the clear, blue ice,
- with a bronze ice-ax buried in its skull.
- The giant meteorologist spoke again. "The problem is this. Blair wants to examine the thing. Thaw
- it out and make micro slides of its tissues and so forth. Norris doesn't believe that is safe, and Blair
- does. Dr. Copper agrees pretty much with Blair. Norris is a physicist, of course, not a biologist. But
- he makes a point I think we should all hear. Blair has described the microscopic life-forms
- biologist find living, even in this cold and inhospitable place. They freeze every winter, and thaw
- every summer - for three months - and live.
- "The point Norris makes is - they thaw, and live again. There must have been microscopic life
- associated with this creature. There is with every living thing we know. And Norris is afraid that we
- may release a plague - some germ disease unknown to Earth - if we thaw those microscopic things
- that have been frozen there for twenty million years.
- "Blair admits that such micro-life might retain the power of living. Such unorganized things as
- individual cells can retain life for unknown periods, when solidly frozen. The beast itself is as those
- frozen mammoths they find in Siberia. Organized, highly developed life-forms can't stand that
- treatemnt.
- "But micro-life could. Norris suggests that we may release some disease form that man, never
- having met it before, will be utterly defenseless against.
- "Blair's answer is that there may be such still-living germs, but that Norris has the case reversed.
- They are utterly non-immune to man. Our life-chemistry probably -"
- "Probably!" The little biologist's head lifted in a quick, birdlike motion. The halo of gray hair about
- his bald head ruffled as though angry. "Heh. One look -"
- "I know," McReady acknowledged. "The thing is not Earthly. It does not seem likely that it can have
- a life-chemistry sufficiently like ours to make cross-infection remotely possible. I would say that
- there is no danger."
- McReady looked toward Dr. Copper. The physician shook his head slowly. "None whatever," he
- asserted confidently. "Man cannot infect or be infected by germs that live in such comparatively
- close relatives as the snakes. And they are, I assure you," his clean-shaven face grimaced uneasily,
- "much nearer to us than that."
- Vance Norris moved angrily. He was comparatively short in this gathering of big men, some
- five-feet-eight, and his stocky, powerful build tended to make him seem shorter. His black hair was
- crisp and hard, like short, steel wires, and his eyes were the gray of fractured steel. If McReady was
- a man of bronze, Norris was all steel. His movements, his thoughts, his whole bearing had the
- quick, hard impulse of steel spring. His nerves were steel - hard, quick-acting, swift-corroding.
- He was decided on his point now, and he lashed out in its defense with a characterstic quick, clipped
- flow of words. "Different chemistry be damned. That thing may be dead - or, by God, it may not - but I
- don't like it. Damn it, Blair, let them see the monstrosity you are petting over there. Let them see
- the foul thing and decide for themselves whether they want that thing thawed out in this camp.
- "Thawed out, by the way. That's got to be thawed out in one of the shacks tonight, if it is thawed out.
- Somebody - whos's watchman tonight? Magnetic - oh, connant. Cosmic rays tonight. Well, you get
- to sit up with that twenty-million-year-old mummy of his.
- "Unwrap it, Blair. How the hell can they tell what they are buying if they can't see it? It may have a
- different chemistry. I don't know what else it has, but I know it has something I don't want. If you
- can judge by the look on its face - it isn't human so maybe you can't - it was annoyed when it froze.
- Annoyed, in fact, is just about as close an approximation of the way it felt as crazy, mad, insane
- hatred. Neither one touches the subject.
- "How the hell can these birds tell what they are voting on? They haven't seen those three red eyes,
- and that blue hair like crawling worms. Crawling - damn, it's crawling there in the ice right now!
- "Nothing Earth ever spawned had the unutterable sublimation of devastating wrath that this thing
- let loose in its face when it looked around this frozen desolation twenty million years ago. Mad? It
- was mad clear through - searing, blistering mad!
- "Hell, I've had bad dreams ever since I looked at those three red eyes. Nightmares. Dreaming the
- thing thawed out and came to life - that it wasn't dead, or even wholly unconscious all those twenty
- million years, but just slowed, waiting - waiting. You'll dream, too, while that damned thing that
- Earth wouldn't want is dripping, dripping in the Cosmos House tonight.
- "And, Connant," Norris whipped toward the cosmic ray specialist, "won't you have fun sitting up all
- night in the quiet. Wind whining above - and that thing dripping -." He stopped for a moment, and
- looked around.
- "I know. That's not science. But this is, it's psychology. You'll have nightmares for a year to come.
- Every night since I looked at that thing I've had 'em. That's why I hate it - sure I do - and don't want
- it around. Put it back where it came from and let it freeze for another twenty million years. I had
- some swell nightmares - that it wasn't made like we are - which is obvious - but of a different kind of
- flesh that it can really control. That it can change its shape, and look like a man - and wait to kill
- and eat -
- "That's not a logical argument. I know it isn't. The thing isn't Earth-logic anyway.
- "Maybe it has an alien body-chemistry, and maybe its bugs do have a different body-chemistry. A
- germ might not stand that, but, Blair and Copper, how about a virus? That's just an enzyme
- molecule, you've said. That wouldn't need anything but a protein molecule of any body to work on.
- "And how are you so sure that, of the million varieties of microscopic life it may have, none of them
- are dangerous? How about diseases like hydrophobia - rabies - that attack any warm-blooded
- creature, whatever its body-chemistry may be? And parrot fever? Have you a body like a parrot,
- Blair? And plain rot - gangrene - necrosis, do you want? That isn't choosy about body-chemistry!"
- Blair looked up from his puttering long enough to meet Norris' angry, gray eyes for an instant.
- "So far the only thing you have said this thing gave off that was catching was dreams. I'll go so far
- as to admit that." An impish, slightly malignant grin crossed the little man's seamed face. "I had
- some, too. So. It's dream-infectious. No doubt an exceedingly dangerous malady.
- "So far as your other things go, you have a badly mistake idea about viruses. In the first place,
- nobody has shown that the enyzyme-molecule theory, and that alone, explains them. And in the
- second place, when you catch tobacco mosaic or wheat rust, let me know. A wheat plant is a lot
- nearer your body-chemistry than this other-world creature is.
- "And your rabies is limited, strictly limited. You can't get it from, nor give it to, a wheat plant or a
- fish - which is a collateral descendant of a common ancestor of yours. Which this, Norris, is not."
- Blair nodded pleasantly toward the tarpaulined bulk on the table.
- "Well, thaw the damned thing in a tub of formalin if you must thaw it. I've suggested that -"
- "And I've said there would be no sense in it. You can't compromise. Why did you and Commander
- Garry come down here to study magnetism? Why weren't you content to stay at home? There's
- magnetic force enough in New York. I could no more study the life this thing once had from a
- formalin-pickled sample than you could get the information you wanted back in New York. And - if
- this one is so treated, never in all time to come can there be a duplicate! The race it came from must
- have passed away in the twenty million years it lay frozen, so that even if it came from Mars, then
- we'd never find its like. And - the ship is gone.
- "There's only one way to do this - and that is the best possible way. It must be thawed slowly,
- carefully, and not in formalin."
- Commander Garry stood forward again, and Norris stepped back muttering angrily. "I think Blair
- is right, gentlemen. What do you say?"
- Connant grunted. "It sounds right to us, I think - only perhaps he ought to stand watch over it whie
- it's thawing." He grinned ruefully, brushing a stray lock of ripe-cherry hair back from his
- forehead. "Swell idea, in fact - if he sits up with his jolly little corpse."
- Garry smiled slightly. A general chuckle of agreement rippled over the group. "I should think any
- ghost it may have had would have starved to death if it hung around here that long, Connant," Garry
- suggested. "And you look capable of taking care of it. 'Ironman' Connant ought to be able to take
- out that thing. I- "
- Eagerly Blair was stripping back the ropes. A single throw of the tarpaulin revealed the thing. The
- ice had melted somewhat in the of the room, and it was clear and blue as thick, good glass. It shone
- wet and sleek under the harsh light of the unshielded globe above.
- The room stiffened abruptly. It was face up there on the plain, greasy planks of the table. The
- broken half of the bronze ice-ax was still buried in the queer skull. Three mad, hate-filled eyes
- blazed up with a living fire, bright as fresh-spilled blood, from a face ringed with writhing,
- loathsome nest of worms, blue, mobile worms that crawled where hair should grow -
- Van Wall, six feet and 200 pounds of ice-nerved pilot, gave a queer, strangled gasp and butted,
- stumbled his way out to the corridor. Half the company broke for the doors. The others stumbled
- away from the table.
- McReady stood at one end of the table watching them, his great body planted solid on his powerful
- legs. Norris from the opposite end glowered at the thing with smouldering hate. Outside the door,
- Garry was talking with half a dozen of the men at once.
- Blair had a tack hammer. The ice that cased the thing schluffed crisply under its steel claw as it
- peeled from the thing it had cased for twenty million years -
- Chapter 3
- "I know you don't like the thing, Connant, but it just has to be thawed out right. You say leave it as it
- is till we get back to civilization. All right, I'll admit your argument that we could do a better and
- more complete job there is sound. But - how are we going to get across the Line? We have to take
- this through one temperate zone, the equatorial zone, and half way through the other temperate
- zone before we get it to New York. You don't want to sit with it one night, but you suggest, then that I
- hang its corpse in the freezer with the beef?" Blair looked up from his cautious chipping, his bald,
- freckled skull nodding triumphantly.
- Kinner, the stocky, scar-faced cook, saved Connant the trouble of answering. "Hey, you listen,
- mister. You put that thing in the box with the meat, and by all gods there ever were, I'll put you in to
- keep it company. You birds have brought everything movable in this camp onto my mess here
- already, and I had to stand for that. But you go putting things like that in my meat box or even my
- meat cache here, and you cook your own damn grub."
- "But, Kinner, this is the only table in Big Magnet that's big enough to work on," Blair objected.
- "Everybody's explained that."
- "Yeah, and everybody's brought everything in here. Clark brings his dogs every time there's a
- fight and sews them up on that table. Ralsen brings in his sledges. Hell, the only thing you haven't
- had on that table is the Boeing. And you'd 'a had that in if you coulda figured a way to get it through
- the tunnels."
- Commander Garry chuckled and grinned at Van Wall, the huge Chief Pilot. Van Wall's great
- blonde beard twitched suspiciously as he nodded gravely to Kinner. "You're right, Kinner. The
- aviation department is the only that treats you right."
- "It does get crowded, Kinner," Garry acknowledged. "But I'm afraid we all find it that way at times.
- Not much privacy in an Antarctic camp."
- "Privacy? What the hell's that? You know, the thing that really made me weep, was when I saw
- Barclay marchin' through here chantin' 'The last lumber in the camp! The last lumber in the
- camp!' and carryin' it out to build that house on his tractor. Damn it, I missed that moon cut in the
- door he carried out more'n I missed the sun when it set. That wasn't just the last lumber Barclay
- was walkin' off with. He was carryin' off the last bit of privacy in this blasted place."
- A grin rode on Connant's heavy face as Kinner's perennial good-natured grouch came up again.
- But it died away quickly as his dark, deep-set eyes turned again to the red-eyed thing Blair was
- chipping from its cocoon of ice. A big hand ruffed his shoulder-length hair, and tugged at a twisted
- lock. "Going to be too crowded if I have to sit up with that thing," he growled. "Why can't you go on
- chipping the ice away from around it - you can do that without anybody butting in, I assure you -and
- then hang the thing up over the power-plant boiler? That's warm enough. It'll thaw out a chicken,
- even a whole side of beef in a few hours."
- "I know," Blair protested, dropping the tack hammer to gesture more effectively with his bony,
- freckled fingers, his small body tense with eagerness, "but this is too important to take any
- chances. There never was a find like this; there never can be again. It's the only chance men will
- ever have, and it has to be done exactly right."
- "Look, you know how the fish we caught down near the Ross Sea would freeze almost as soon as we
- got them on deck, and come to life again if we thawed them gently? Low forms of life aren't killed by
- quick freezing and slow thawing. We have -"
- "Hey, for the love of Heaven - you mean that dammned thing will come to life!" Connant yelled. "You
- get the damned thing - Let me at it! That's going to be in so many pieces -"
- "NO! No, you fool..." Blair jumped in front of Connant to protect his precious find. "No. Just low
- forms of life. For Pete's sake let me finish. You can't thaw higher forms of life and have them come
- to. Wait a moment now - hold it! A fish can come to after freezing because it's so low a form of life
- that the individual cells of its body can revive, and that alone is enough to re-establish life. Any
- higher forms thawed out that way are dead. Though the individual cells revive, they die because
- there must be organization and cooperative effort to live. That cooperation cannot be re-established.
- There is a sort of potential life in any uninjured, quick-frozen animal. But it can't - can't under any
- circumstances - become active life in higher animals. The higher animals are too complex, too
- delicate. This is an intelligent creature as high in its evolution as we are in ours. Perhaps higher. It
- is as dead as a frozen man would be."
- "How do you know?" demanded Connant, hefting the ice-axe he had seized a moment before.
- Commander Garry laid a restraining hand on his heavy shoulder. "Wait a minute, Connant. I want
- to get this straight. I agree that there is going to be no thawing of this thing if there is the remotest
- chance of its revival. I quite agree it is much too unpleasant to have alive, but I had no idea there was
- the remotest possiblity."
- Dr.Copper pulled his pipe from between his teeth and heaved his stocky, dark body from the bunk he
- had been sitting in. "Blair's being technical. That's dead. As dead as the mammoths they find
- frozen in Siberia. Potential life is like atomic energy - there, but nobody can get it out, and it
- certainly won't release itself except in rare cases, as rare as radium in the chemical analogy. We
- have all sorts of proof that things don't live after being frozen - not even fish, generally speaking -
- and no proof that higher animal life can under any circumstances. What's the point, Blair?
- The little biologist shook himself. The little ruff of hair standing out around his bald pate waved in
- righteous anger. "The point is," he said in an injured tone, "that the individual cells might show
- the characteristics they had in life, if it is properly thawed. A man's muscle cells live many hours
- after he has died. Just because they live, and a few things like hair and a fingernail cells still live,
- you wouldn't accuse a corpse of being a Zombie, or something.
- "Now if I thaw this right, I may have a chance to determine what sort of world it's native to. We
- don't, and can't know by any other means, whether it came from Earth or Mars or Venus or from
- beyond the stars.
- "And just because it looks unlike men, you don't have to accuse it of being evil, or vicious or
- something. Maybe that expression on its face is its equivalent to a resignation to fate. White is the
- color of mourning to the Chinese. If men can have different customs, why can't a so-different race
- have different understandings of facial expressions?"
- Connant laughed softly, mirthlessly. "Peaceful resignation! If that is the best it could do in the way
- of resignation, I should exceedingly dislike seeing it when it was looking mad. That face was never
- designed to express peace. It just didn't have any philosophical thoughts like peace in its make-up.
- "I know it's your pet - but be sane about it. That thing grew up on evil, adolesced slowly roasting
- alive the local equivalent of kittens, and amused itself through maturity on new and ingenious
- torture."
- "You haven't the slightest right to say that," snapped Blair. "How do you know the first thing about
- the meaning of a facial expression inherently inhuman? It may well have no human equivalent
- whatever. That is just a different development of Nature, another example of Nature's wonderful
- adaptability. Growing on another planet, perhaps harsher world, it has different form and features.
- But it is just as much a legitimate child of Nature as you are. You are displaying the childish
- human weakness of hating the different. On its own world it would probably class you as a
- fish-belly, white monstrosity with an insufficient number of eyes and a fungoid body pale and bloated
- with gas. Just because its nature is different, you haven't any right to say it's necessarily evil."
- Norris burst out a single, explosive, "Haw!" He looked down at the thing. "It may be that things
- from other worlds don't have to be evil just because they're different. But that thing was! Child of
- Nature, eh? Well, it was a hell of an evil Nature."
- "Aw, will you mugs cut crabbing at each other and get the damned thing off my table?" Kinner
- growled. "And put a canvas over it. It looks indecent."
- "Kinner's gone modest," jeered Connant.
- Kinner slanted his eyes up to the big physicist. The scarred cheek twisted to join the line of his
- tight lips in a twisted grin. "All right, big boy, and what were you grousing about a minute ago? We
- can set the thing in a chair next to you tonight, if you want."
- "I'm not afraid of its face," Connant snapped. "I don't like keeping a wake over its corpse
- particularly, but I'm going to do it."
- Kinner's gring spread. "Uh-huh." He went off to the galley stove and shook down ashes vigorously,
- drowning the brittle chipping of the ice as Blair fell to work again.
- Chapter 4
- "Cluck" reported the cosmic ray counter, "cluck-brrrp-cluck." Connant started and dropped his
- pencil.
- "Damnation." The physicist looked toward the far corner, back at the Geiger counter on the table
- near that corner, and crawled under the desk at which he had been working to retrieve the pencil.
- He sat down at his work again, trying to make his writing more even. It tended to have jerks and
- quavers in it, in time with the abrupt proud-hen noises of the Geiger counter. The muted whoosh of
- the pressure lamp he was using for illumination, the mingled gargles and bugle calls of a dozen
- men sleeping down the corridor in Paradise House formed the background sounds for the
- irregular, clucking noises of the counter, the occasional rustle of falling coal in the copper-bellied
- stove. And a soft, steady drip-drip-drip from the thing in the corner.
- Connant jerked a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, snapped it so that a cigarette protruded and
- jabbed the cylinder into his mouth. The lighter failed to function, and he pawed angrily through the
- pile of papers in search of a match. He scratched the wheel of the lighter several times, dropped it
- with a curse and got up to pluck a hot coal from the stove with the coal tongs.
- The lighter functioned instantly when he tried it on returning to the desk. The counter ripped out a
- series of clucking guffaws as a burst of cosmic rays struck through to it. Connant turned to glower
- at it, and tried to concentrate on the interpretation of data collected during the past week. The
- weekly summary -
- He gave up and yielded to curiosity, or nervousness. He lifted the pressure lamp from the desk and
- carried it over to the table in the corner. Then he returned to the stove and picked up the coal tongs.
- The beast had been thawing for nearly eighteen hours now. He poked at it with unconscious caution;
- the flesh no was no longer hard as armor plate, but had assumed a rubbery texture. It looked like
- wet, blue rubber glistening under droplets of water, like little round jewels in the glare of the
- gasoline pressure lantern. Connant felt an unreasoning desire to pour the contents of the lamp's
- reservoir over the thing in its box and drop the cigarette into it. The ghree red eyes glared up at him
- sightlessly, the ruby eyeballs reflecting murky, smoky rays of light.
- He realized vaguely that he had been looking at them for a very long time, even vaguely understood
- that they were no longer sightless. But it did not seem of importance, of no more importance than
- the labored, slow motion of the tentacular things that sprouted from the base of the scrawny, slowly
- pulsing neck.
- Connant picked up the pressure lamp and returned to his chair. He sat down, staring at the pages of
- mathematics before him. The clucking of the counter was strangely less disturbing, the rustle of
- the coals in the stove no longer distracting.
- The creak of the floorboards behind him didn't interrupt his thoughts as he went about his weekly
- report in an automatic manner, filling in columns of data and making brief, summarizing notes.
- The creak of the floorboards sounded nearer.
- Chapter 5
- Blair came up from the nightmare-haunted depths of sleep abruptly. Connant's face floated vaguely
- above him; for a moment it seemed a continuance of the wild horror of the dream. But Connant's
- face was angry, and a little frightened. "Blair - Blair you damned log, wake up."
- "Uh-eh?" The little biologiest rubbed his eyes, his bony, freckled fingers crooked to a mutilated
- child-fist. From surrounding bunks other faces lifted to stare down at them.
- Connant straightened up. "Get up - and get a lift on. Your damned animal's escaped."
- "Escaped - what!" Chief Pilot Van Wall's bull voice roared out with a volume that shook the walls.
- Down the communication tunnels other voices yelled suddenly. The dozen inhabitants of Paradise
- House tumbled in abruptly, Barclay, stocky and bulbous in long woolen underwear, carrying a fire
- extinguisher.
- "What the hell's the matter?" Barclay demanded.
- "Your damned beast got loose. I fell asleep about twenty minutes ago, and when I woke up, the thing
- was gone. Hey, Doc, the hell you say those things can't come to life. Blair's blasted potential life
- developed a hell of a lot of potential and walked out on us."
- Copper stared blankly. "It wasn't - Earthly," he sighed suddenly. "I - I guess Earthly laws don't
- apply."
- "Well, it applied for leave of abscence and took it. We've got to find it and capture it somehow."
- Connant swore bitterly, his deep-set black eyes sullen and angry. "It's a wonder the hellish
- creature didn't eat me in my sleep."
- Blair stared back, his pale eyes suddenly fear-struck. "Maybe it di - er - uh - we'll have to find it."
- "You find it. It's your pet. I've had all I want to do with it, sitting there for seven hours with the
- counter clucking every few seconds, and you birds in here singing night-music. It's a wonder I got
- to sleep. I'm going through to the Ad Building."
- Commander Garry ducked through the doorway, pulling his belt tight. "You won't have to. Van's
- roar sounded like the Boeing taking off down wind. So it wasn't dead?"
- "I didn't carry it off in my arms, I assure you," Connant snapped. "The last I saw, that split skull
- was oozing green goo, like a squashed caterpillar. Doc just said our laws don't work - it's
- unearthly. Well, it's an unearthly monster, with an unearthly disposition, judging by the face,
- wandering around with a split skull and brains oozing out."
- Norris and McReady appeared in the doorway, a doorway filling with other shivering men. "Has
- anybody seen it coming over here?" Norris asked innocently. "About four feet tall - three red eyes -
- brains oozing. Hey, has anybody checked to make sure this isn't a cracked idea of humor? If it is, I
- think we'll united in tying Blair's pet around Connant's neck like the Ancient Mariner's
- albatross."
- "It's no humor," Connant shivered. "Lord, I wish it were. I'd rather it were -" He stopped. A wild,
- weird howl shrieked thorugh the corridors. The men stiffened abruptly, and half turned.
- "I think it's been located," Connant finished. His dark eyes shifted with a queer unease. He darted
- back to his bunk in Paradise House, to return almost immediately with a heavy .45 revolver and an
- ice-axe. He hefted both gently as he started for the corridor toward Dogtown. "It blundered down the
- wrong corridor - and landed among the huskies. Listen - the dogs have broken their chains -"
- The half-terrorized howl of the dog pack changed to a wild hunting melee. The voices of the dogs
- thundered in the narrow corridors, and through them came a low rippling snarl of distilled hate. A
- shrill of pain, a dozen snarling yelps.
- Connant broke for the door. Close behind him, McReady, then Barclay and Commander Garry
- came. Other men broke for the Ad Building. Pomroy, in charge of Big Magnet's five cows, started
- down the corridor in the opposite direction - he had a six-foot-handled, long-tined pitchfork in mind.
- Barclay slid to a halt, as McReady's giant bulk turned abruptly away from the tunnel leading to
- Dogtown, and vanished off at an angle. Uncertainly, the mechanic wavered a moment, the fire
- extinguisher in his hands, hesitating from one side to the other. Then he was racing after
- Connant's broad back. Whatever McReady had in mind, he could be trusted to make it work.
- Connant stopped at the bend in the corridor. His breath hissed suddenly through his throat. "Great
- God -" The revolver exploded thunderously; three numbing, palpable waves of sound crashed
- through the confined corridors. Two more. The revolver dropped to the hard-packed snow of the
- trail, and Barclay saw the ice-axe shift into defensive position. Connant's powerful body blocked his
- vision, but beyond he heard something mewing, and, insanely, chuckling. The dogs were quieter;
- there was a deadly seriousness in their low snarls. Taloned feet scratched at the hard-packed snow,
- broken chains were clinking and tangling.
- Connant shifted abruptly, and Barclay could see what lay beyond. For a second he stood frozen, then
- his breath went out in a gusty curse. The Thing launched itself at Connant, the powerful arms of the
- man swung the ice-axe flatside first at what might have been a hand. It scrunched horribly, and the
- tattered flesh, ripped by a half-dozen savage huskies, leapt to its feet again. The red eyes blazed with
- an unearthly hatred, an unearthly, unkillable vitality.
- Barclay turned the fire extinguisher on it; the blinding, blistering stream of chemical spray
- confused it, baffled it, together with the savage attacks of the huskies, not for long afraid of
- anything that did, or could live, held it at bay.
- McReady wedged men out of his way and drove down the narrow corridor packed with men unable to
- reach the scene. There was a sure fore-planned drive to McReady's attack. One of the giant
- blow-torches used in warming the plane's engines was in his bronzed hands. It roared gustily as he
- turned the corner and opened the valve. The mad mewing hissed louder. The dogs scrambled back
- from the three-foot lance of blue-hot flame.
- "Bar, get a power cable, run it in somehow. And a handle. We can electrocute this - monster, if I
- don't incinerate it." McReady spoke with the authority of planned action. Barclay turned down the
- long corridor to the power plant, but already before him Norris and Van Wall were racing down.
- Barclay found the cable in the electrical cache in the tunnel wall. In a half minute he was hacking at
- it, walking back. Van Wall's voice rang out in a warning shout of "Power!" as the emergency
- gasoline-powered dynamo thuddered into action. Half a dozen other men were down there now; the
- coal kindling was going into the firebox of the steam power plant. Norris, cursing in a low, deadly
- monotone, was working with quick, sure fingers on the other end of Barclay's cable, splicing in a
- contactor in one of the power leads.
- The dogs had fallen back when Barclay reached the corridor bend, fallen back before a furious
- monstosity that glared from baleful red eyes, mewing in trapped hatred. The dogs were a
- semi-circle of red-dipped muzzles with a fringe of glistening white teeth, whining with a vicious
- eagerness that near matched the fury of the red eyes. McReady stood confidently alert at the
- corridor bend, the gustily muttering torch held loose and ready for action in his hands. He stepped
- aside without moving his eyes from the beast as Barclay came up. There was a slight, tight smile on
- his lean, bronzed face.
- Norris' voice called down the corridor, and Barclay stepped forward. The cable was taped to the long
- handle of a snow-shovel, the two conductors split, and held 18 inches apart by a scrap of lumber
- lashed at right angles across the far end of the handle. Bare copper conductors, charged with 220
- volts, glinted in the light of pressure lamps. The Thing mewed and halted and dodged. McReady
- advanced to Barclay's side. The dogs beyond sensed the plan with the almost-telepathic intelligence
- of trained huskies. Their whimpering grew shriller, softer, their mincing steps carried them
- nearer. Abruptly a huge, night-black Alaskan leapt onto the trapped thing. It turned squalling,
- saber-clawed feet slashing.
- Barclay leapt forward and jabbed. A weird, shrill scream rose and choked out. The smell of burnt
- flesh in the corridor intensified; greasy smoke curled up. The echoing pound of the gas-electric
- dynamo down the corridor became a slogging thud.
- The red eyes clouded over in a stiffening, jerking travesty of a face. Armlike, leglike members
- quivered and jerked. The dogs leapt forward, and Barclay yanked back his weapon. The thing on the
- snow did not move as gleaming teeth ripped it open.
- Chapter 6
- Garry looked about the crowded room. Thirty-two men, some tensed nervously standing against the
- wall, some uneasily relaxed, some sitting, most preferred standing, as intimate as sardines.
- Thirty-two, plus the five engaged in sewing up wounded dogs, made thirty-seven, the total personnel.
- Garry started speaking. "All right, I guess we're here. Some of you -three or four at most - saw
- what happened. All of you have seen that thing on the table, and can get a general idea. If anyone
- hasn't, I'll lift -". His hand strayed to the tarpauling bulking over the thing on the table. There was
- an acrid odor of singed flesh seeping out of it. The men stirred restlessly, hasty denials.
- "It looks rather as though Charnauk isn't going to lead any more teams," Garry went on. "Blair
- wants to get at this thing, and make some more detailed examinations. We want to know what
- happened, and make sure right now that this is permanently, totally dead. Right?"
- Connant grinned. "Anybody that doesn't agree can sit up with it tonight."
- "All right then, Blair, what can you say about it? What was it?" Garry turned to the little biologist.
- "I wonder if we ever saw its natural form." Blair looked at the covered mass. "It may have been
- imitating the beings that built that ship - but I don't think it was. I think that was its true form.
- Those of us who were up near the bend saw the thing in action; the thing on the table is the result.
- When it got loose, apparently, it started looking around. Antarctica still frozen as it was ages ago
- when the creature first saw it - and froze. From my observations while it was thawing out, and the
- bits of tissue I cut and hardened then, I think it was native to a hotter planet than Earth. It couldn't,
- in its natural form, stand the temperature. There is no life-form on earth that can live in Antactica
- during the winter, but the best compromise is the dog. It found the dogs, and somehow got near
- enough to Charnauk to get him. The others smelled it - heard it - I don't know - anyway they went
- wild, and broke chains, and attacked it before it was finished. The thing we found was part
- Charnauk, queerly only half-dead, part Charnauk half-digested by the jellylike protoplasm of that
- creature, and part the remains of the thing we originally found, sort of melted down to the basic
- protoplasm.
- "When the dogs attacked it, it turned into the best fighting thing it could think of. Some
- other-world beast apparently."
- "Turned," snapped Garry. "How?"
- "Ever living thing is made up of jelly - protoplasm and minute, submicroscopic things called nuclei,
- which control the bulk, the protoplasm. This thing was just a modification of that same worldwide
- plan of Nature; cells made up of protoplasm, controlled by infinitely tiner nuclei. You physicists
- might compare it - an individual cell of any living thing - with an atom; the bulk of the atom, the
- space-filling part, is made up of electron orbits, but the character of the thing is determined by the
- atomic nucleus.
- "This isn't wildly beyond what we already know. It's just a modification we haven't seen before. It's
- as natural, as logical, as any other manifestation of life. It obeys exactly the same laws. The cells
- are made of protoplasm, their character determined by the nucleus.
- "Only in this creature, the cell-nuclei can control those cells at will. It digested Charnauk, and as
- it digested, studied every cell of his tissue, and shaped its own cells to imitate them exactly. Parts of
- it - parts that had time to finish changing - are dog-cells. But they don't have dog-cell nuclei." Blair
- lifted a fraction of the tarpaulin. A torn dog's leg with stiff gray fur protruded. "That, for instance,
- isn't dog at all; it's imitation. Some parts I'm uncertain about; the nucleus was hiding itself,
- covering up with dog-cell imitation nucleus. In time, not even a microscope would have shown the
- difference."
- "Suppose," asked Norris bitterly, "it had had lots of time?"
- "Then it would have been a dog. The other dogs would have accepted it. We would have accepted it. I
- don't think anything would have distinguished it, not microscope, nor X-ray, nor any other means.
- This is a member or a supremely intelligent race, a race that has learned the deepest secrets of
- biology, and turned them to its use."
- "What was it planning to do?" Barclay looked a the humped tarpaulin.
- Blair grinned unpleasantly. The wavering halo of thin hair round his bald pate wavered in the stir of
- air. "Take over the world, I imagine."
- "Take over the world! Just it, all by itself?" Connant gasped. "Set itself up as a lone dictator?"
- "No," Blair shook his head. The scalpel he had been fumbling in his bony fingers dropped; he bent
- to pick it up, so that his face was hidden as he spoke. "It would become the population of the world."
- "Become - populate the world? Does it reproduce asexually?"
- Blair shook his head and gulped. "It's - it doesn't have to. It weighed 85 pounds. Charnauk weighed
- about 90. It would have become Charnauk, and had 85 pounds left, to become - oh, Jack for instance,
- or Chinook. It can imitate anything - that is, become anything. If it had reached the Antarctic Sea, it
- would have become a seal, maybe two seals. They might have attacked a killer whale, and become
- either killers, or a herd of seals. Or maybe it would have caught an albatross, or a skua gull, and
- flown to South America."
- Norris cursed softly. "And every time it digested something, and imitated it-"
- "It would have had its original bulk left, to start again," Blair finished. "Nothing would kill it. It
- has no natural enemies, because it becomes whatever it wants to. If a killer whale attacked it, it
- would become a killer whale. If it was an albatross, and an eagle attacked it, it would become an
- eagle. Lord, it might become a female eagle. Go back, build a nest and lay eggs!"
- "Are you sure that thing from hell is dead?" Dr. Copper asked softly.
- "Yes, thank Heaven," the little biologist gasped. After they drove the dogs off, I stood there poking
- Bar's electrocution thing into it for five minutes. It's dead and cooked."
- "Then we can only give thanks that this is Antarctic, where there is not one, single, solitary, living
- thing for it to imitate, except these animals in camp."
- "Us," Blair giggled. "It can imitate us. Dogs can't make four hundred miles to the sea; there's no
- food. There aren't any skua gulls to imitate at this season. There aren't any penguins this far
- inland. There's nothing that can reach the sea from this point - except us. We've got brains. We can
- do it. Don't you see - it's got to imitate us -it's got to be one of us - that's the only way it can fly an
- airplane -fly a plane for two hours, and rule - be - all Earth's inhabitants. A world for the taking - if
- it imitates us!
- "It didn't know yet. It hadn't had a chance to learn. It was rushed -hurried - took the thing nearest
- its own size. Look - I'm Pandora! I opened the box! And the only hope that can come out is - that
- nothing can come out. You didn't see me. I did it. I fixed it. I smashed every magneto. Not a plane can
- fly. Nothing can fly." Blair giggled and lay down on the floor crying.
- Chief Pilot Van Wall made a dive for the door. His feet were fading echoes in the corridors as Dr.
- Copper bent unhurriedly over the little man on the floor. From his office at the end of the room he
- brought something, and injected a solution into Blair's arm. "He might come out of it when he
- wakes up," he sighed, rising. McReady helped him lift the biologist onto a nearby bunk. "It all
- depends on whether we can convince him that thing is dead."
- Van Wall ducked into the shack brushing his heavy blond beard absently. "I didn't think a biologist
- would do a thing like that thoroughly. He missed the spares in the second cache. It's all right. I
- smashed them."
- Commander Garry nodded. "I was wondering about the radio."
- Dr. Copper snorted. "You don't think it can leak out on a radio wave, do you? You'd have five rescue
- attempts in the next three months if you stop the broadcasts. The thing to do is talk loud and not
- make a sound. Now I wonder -"
- McReady looked speculatively at the doctor. "It might be like an infectious disease. Everything that
- drank any of its blood -"
- Copper shook his head. "Blair missed something. mitate it may, but it has to a certain extent, its
- own body-chemistry, its own metabolism. If it didn't, it would become a dog - and be a dog and
- nothing more. It has to be an imitation dog. There you can detect it by serum test. And its chemistry,
- since it comes from another world, must be so wholly, radically different that a few cells, such as
- gained by drops of blood, would be treated as disease germs by the dog, or human body."
- "Blood - would one of those imitations bleed?" Norris demanded.
- "Surely. Nothing mystic about blood. Muscle is about 90 percent water, blood differs only in having
- a couple percent more water, and less connective tissue. They'd bleed all right," Copper assured
- him.
- Blair sat up in his bunk suddenly. "Connant - where's Connant?"
- The physicist moved over toward the little biologist. "Here I am. What do you want?"
- "Are you?" giggled Blair. He lapsed back into his bunk contorted with silent laughter.
- Connant looked at him blankly. "Huh? Am I what?"
- "Are you there?" Blair burst into gales of laughter. "Are you Connant? The beast wanted to be a
- man - not a dog."
- Chapter 7
- Dr. Copper rose wearily from the bunk, and washed the hypodermic carefully. The little tinkles it
- made seemed loud in the packed room, now that Blair's gurgling laughter had finally quieted.
- Copper looked toward Garry and shook his head slowly. "Hopeless, I'm afraid. I don't think we can
- ever convince him the thing is dead now."
- Norris laughed uncertainly. "I'm not sure you can convince me. Oh, damn you, McReady."
- "McReady?" Commander Garry turned to look from Norris to McReady curiously.
- "The nightmares," Norris explained. "He had a theory about the nightmares we had at the
- Secondary Station after finding that thing."
- "And that was?" Garry looked at McReady levelly.
- Norris answered for him, jerkily, uneasily. "That the creature wasn't dead, had a sort of
- enormously slowed existence, an existence that permitted it, none the less, to be vaguely aware of
- the passing of time, of our coming, after endless eyars. I had a dream it could imitate things."
- "Well," Copper grunted, "it can."
- "Don't be an ass," Norris snapped. "That's not what's bothering me. In the dream it could read
- minds, read thoughts and ideas and mannerisms."
- "What's so bad about that? It seems to be worrying you more than the thought of the joy we're
- going to have with a mad man in an Antarctic camp." Copper nodded toward Blair's sleeping form.
- McReady shook his great head slowly. "You know that Connant is Connant, because he not merely
- looks like Connant - which we're beginning to believe that beast might be able to do - but he thinks
- like Connant, talks like Connant, moves himself around as Connant does. That takes more than
- merely a body that looks like him; that takes Connant's own mind, and thoughts and mannerisms.
- Therefore, though you know that the thing might make itself look like Connant, you aren't much
- bothered, because you know it has a mind from another world, a totally unhuman mind, that couldn't
- possibly react and think and talk like a man we know, and do it so well as to fool us for a moment.
- The idea of the creature imitating one of us is fascinating but unreal because it is too completely
- unhuman to decieve us. It doesn't have a human mind."
- "As I said before," Norris repeated, looking steadily at McReady, "you can say the damnedest
- things at the damnedest times. Will you be so good as to finish that thought - one way or the other?"
- Kinner, the scar-face expedition cook, had been standing near Connant. Suddenly he moved down
- the length of the crowded room toward his familiar galley. He shook the ashes from the galley stove
- noisily.
- "It would do it no good," said Dr. Copper, softly as though thinking out loud, "to merely look like
- something it was trying to imitate; it would have to understand its feelings, its reaction. It is
- unhuman; it has powers of imitation beyond any conception of man. A good actor, by training
- himself, can imitate another man, another man's mannerisms, well enough to fool most people. Of
- course no actor could imitate so perfectly as to deceive men who had been living with the imitated
- one in the complete lack of privacy of an Antarctic camp. That would take a super-human skill."
- "Oh, you've got the bug too?" Norris cursed softly.
- Connant, standing alone at one end of the room, looked about him wildly, his face white. A gentle
- eddying of the men had crowded them slowly down toward the other end of the room, so that he stood
- quite alone. "My God, will you two Jeremiahs shut up?" Connant's voice shook. "What am I? Some
- kind of a microscopic specimen you're dissecting? Some unpleasant worm you're discussing in the
- third person?"
- McReady looked up at him; his slowly twisting hands stopped for a moment. "Having a lovely time.
- Wish you were here. Signed: Everybody. Connant, if you think you're having a hell of a time, just
- move over on the other end for a while. You've got one thing we haven't; you know what the answer
- is. I'll tell you this, right now you're the most feared and respected man in Big Magnet."
- "Lord, I wish you could see your eyes," Connant gasped "Stop staring, will you? What the hell are
- you going to do?"
- "Have any suggestions, Dr. copper?" Commander Garry asked steadily. "The present situation is
- impossible."
- "Oh, is it?" Connant snapped. "Come over here and look at that crowd. By Heaven, they look
- exactly like that gang of huskies around the corridor bend. Bennings, will you stop hefting that
- damned ice-ax?"
- The coppery blade rang on the floor as the aviation mechanic nervously dropped it. He bent over and
- picked it up instantly, hefting it slowly, turning it in his hands, his brown eyes moving jerkily about
- the room.
- Copper sat down on the bunk beside Blair. The wood creaked noisily in the room. Far down a
- corridor, a dog yelped in pain, and the dog-drivers' tense voices floated softly back. "Microscopic
- examination," said the doctor thoughtfully, "would be useless, as Blair pointed out. Considerable
- time has passed. However, serum tests would be definitive."
- "Serum tests? What do you mean exactly?" Commander Garry asked.
- "If I had a rabbit that had been injected with human blood - a poison to the rabbits, of course, as is
- the blood of any animal save that of another rabbit - and the injections continued in increasing doses
- for some time, the rabbit would be human-immune. If a small quantity of its blood were drawn off,
- allowed to separate in a test-tube, and to the clear serum, a bit of human blood were added, there
- would be a visible reaction, proving the blood was human. If cow, or dog blood were added - or any
- protein material other than that one thing, human blood - no reaction would take place. That would
- prove definitely."
- "Can you suggest where I might catch a rabbit for you, Doc?" Norris asked. "That is, nearer than
- Australia; we don't want to waste time going that far."
- "I know there aren't any rabbits in Antarctica," Copper nodded, "but that is simply the usual
- animal. Any animal except man will do. A dog for instance. But it will take several days, and due to
- the greater size of the animal, considerable blood. Two of us will have to contribute."
- "Would I do?" Garry asked.
- "That will make two," Copper nodded. "I'll get to work on it right away."
- "What about Connant in the meantime?" Kinner demanded. "I'm going out that door and head off
- for the Ross Sea before I cook for him."
- Connant burst out in a flood of curses. "Human! May be human, you damned saw-bones! What in
- hell do you think I am?"
- "A monster," Copper snapped sharply. "Now shut up and listen." Connant's face drained of color
- and he sat down heavily as the indictment was put in words. "Until we know - you know as well as we
- do that we have reason to question the fact, and only you know how that question is to be answered -
- we may reasonably be expected to lock you up. If you are - unhuman - you're a lot more dangerous
- than poor Blair there, and I'm going to see that he's locked up thoroughly. I expect that his next
- stage will be a violent desire to kill you, all the dogs, and probably all of us. When he wakes, he will
- be convinced we're all unhuman, and nothing on the planet will ever change his conviction. It would
- be kinder to let him die, but we can't do that, of course. He's going in one shack, you can stay in
- Cosmos House with your cosmic ray apparatus. Which is about what you'd do anyway. I've got to fix
- up a couple of dogs."
- Connant nodded bitterly. "I'm human. Hurry that test. Your eyes - Lord, I wish you could see your
- eyes staring -"
- Commander Garry watched anxiously as Clark, the dog-handler, held the big brown Alaskan
- husky, while Copper began the injection treatment. The dog was not anxious to cooperate; the
- needle was painful, an already he'd experienced considerable needle work that morning. Five
- stitches held closed a slash that ran from his shoulder across the ribs half way down his body. One
- long fang was broken off short; the missing part was to be found half-buried in the shoulder bone of
- the monstrous thing on the table in the Ad Building.
- "How long will that take?" Garry asked, pressing his arm gently. It was sore from the prick of the
- needle Dr. Copper had used to withdraw blood.
- Copper shrugged. "I don't know, to be frank. I know the general method, I've used it on rabbits. But
- I haven't experimented with dogs. They're big, clumsy animals to work with; naturally rabbits are
- preferable, and serve ordinarily. In civilized places you can buy a stock of human-immune rabbits
- from suppliers, and not many investigators take the trouble to prepare their own."
- "Why do they want them back there?" Clark asked.
- "Criminology is one large field. A says he didn't murder B, but that the blood on his shirt came
- from killing a chicken. They make a test, then it's up to A to explain how it is the blood reacts on
- human-immune rabbits, but not on chicken-immunes."
- "What are we going to do with Blair in the meantime?" Garry asked wearily. "It's all right to let
- him sleep where he is for a while, but when he wakes up -"
- "Barclay and Benning are fitting some bolts on the door of Cosmos House," Copper replied grimly.
- "Connant's acting like a gentleman. I think perhaps the way the other men look at him makes him
- rather want privacy. Lord knows, heretofore we've all of us individually prayed for a little privacy."
- Clark laughed bitterly. "Not anymore, thank you. The more the merrier."
- "Blair," Copper went on, "will also have to have privacy - and locks. He's going to have a pretty
- definite plan in mind when he wakes up. Ever hear the old story of how to stop hoof-and-mouth
- disease in cattle?
- "If there isn't any hoof-and-mouth disease, there won't be any hoof-and-mouth disease," Copper
- explained. "You get rid of it by killing every animal that exhibits it, and every animal that's been
- near the diseased animal. Blair's a biologist, and knows that story. He's afraid of this thing we
- loosed. The answer is probably pretty clear in his mind now. Kill everybody and everything in this
- camp before a skua gull or a wandering albatross coming in with the spring chances out this way
- and -catches the disease."
- Clark's lips curled in a twisted grin. "Sounds logical to me. If things get too bad - maybe we'd better
- let Blair get loose. It would save us commiting suicide. We might also make something of a vow that
- if things get bad, we see that that does happen."
- Copper laughed softly. "The last man alive in Big Magnet - wouldn't be a man," he pointed out.
- "Somebody's got to kill those - creatures that don't desire to kill themselves, you know. We don't
- have enough thermite to do it all at once, and the decanite explosive wouldn't help much. I have an
- idea that even small pieces of one of those beings would be self-sufficient."
- "If," said Garry thoughtfully, "they can modify their protoplasm at will, won't they simply modify
- themselves to birds and fly away? They can read all about birds, and imitate their structure without
- even meeting them. Or imitate, perhaps, birds of their home planet."
- Copper shook his head, and helped Clark to free the dog. "Man studied birds for centures, trying to
- learn how to make a machine to fly like them. He never did do the trick; his final success came
- when he broke away entirely and tried new methods. Knowing the general idea, and knowing the
- detailed structure of wing and bone and nerve-tissue is something far, far different. And as for
- other-world birds, perhaps, in fact very probably, the atmospheric conditions here are so vastly
- different that their birds couldn't fly. Perhaps, even, the being came from a planet like Mars with
- such a thin atmosphere that there were no birds."
- Barclay came into the building, trailing a length of airplane control cable. "It's finished, Doc.
- Cosmos House can't be opened from the inside. Now where do we put Blair?"
- Copper looked toward Garry. "There wasn't any biology building. I don't know where we can isolate
- him."
- "How about East Cache?" Garry said after a moment's thought. "Will Blair be able to look after
- himself - or need attention?"
- "He'll be capable enough. We'll be the ones to watch out," Copper assured him grimly. "Take a
- stove, a couple bags of coal, necessary supplied and a few tools to fix it up. Nobody's been there since
- last fall, have they?"
- Garry shook his head. "If he gets noisy - I thought that might be a good idea."
- Barclay hefted the tools he was carrying and looked up at Garry. "If the muttering he's doing now
- is any sign, he's going to sing away the night hours. And he won't like his song."
- "What's he saying?" Copper asked.
- Barclay shook his head. "I didn't care to listen much. You can if you want to. But I gathered that the
- blasted idiot had all the dreams McReady had, and a few more. He slept beside the thing when we
- stopped on the trail coming in from Secondary Magnetic, remember. He dreamt the thing was alive,
- and dreamt more details. And - damn his soul - knew it wasn't all dream, or had reason to. He knew
- it had telepathic powers that were stirring vaguely, and that it could not only read minds, but project
- thoughts. They weren't dreams, you see. They were stray thoughts that thing was broadcasting, the
- way Blair's broadcasting his thoguhts now - a sort of telepathic muttering in its sleep. That's why
- he knew so much about its powers. I guess you and I, Doc, weren't so sensitive - if you want to
- believe in telepathy."
- "I have to," Copper sighted. "Dr. Rhine of Duke University has shown that it exist, shown that some
- are much more sensitive than others."
- "Well, if you want to learn a lot of details, go listen in on Blair's broadcast. He's drive most of the
- boys out of the Ad Building; Kinner's rattling pans like coal going down a chute. When he can't
- rattle a pan, he shakes ashes.
- "By the way, Commander, what are we going to do this spring, now the planes are out of it?"
- Garry sighted. "I'm afraid out expedition is going to be a loss. We cannot divide our strength now."
- "It won't be a loss - if we continue to live, and come out of this," Copper promised him. "The find
- we've made, if we can get it under control, is important enough. The cosmic ray data, magnetic
- work, and atmospheric work won't be greatly hindered."
- Garry laughed mirthlessly. "I was just thinking of the radio broadcasts. Telling half the world
- about the wonderful results of our exploration flights, trying to fooll men like Byrd and Ellsworth
- back home there that we're doing something."
- Copper nodded gravely. "They'll know something's wrong. But men like that have judgment enough
- to know we wouldn't do tricks without some sort of reason, and will wait for our return to judge us. I
- think it comes to this: men who know enough to recognize our deception will wait for our return.
- Men who haven't discretion and faith enough to wait will not have the experience to detect any fraud.
- We know enough of the conditions here to put through a good bluff."
- "Just so they don't send 'rescue' expeditions," Garry prayed. "When - if - we're ever ready to come
- out, we'll have to send word to Captain Forsythe to bring a stock of magnetos with him when he
- comes down. But - never mind that."
- "You mean if we don't come out?" asked Barclay. "I was wondering if a nice running account of an
- eruption or an earthquake via radio - with a sell windup by using a stick of decanite under the
- microphone - would help. Nothing, of course, will entirely keep people out. One of those swell,
- melodramatic 'last-man-alive-scenes' might make 'em go easy though."
- Garry smiled with genuine humor. "Is everybody in camp trying to figure that out too?"
- Copper laughed. "What do you think, Garry? We're confident we can win out. But not too easy
- about it, I guess."
- Clark grinned up from the dog he was petting into calmness. "Confident did you say, Doc?"
- Chapter 8
- Blair moved restlessly around the small shack. His eyes jerked and quivered in vague, fleeting
- glances at the four men with him; Barclay, six feet tall and weighing over 190 pounds; McReady, a
- bronze giant of a man; Dr. Copper, short, squatly powerful; and Bennings, five-feet-ten of wiry
- strength.
- Blair was huddled up against the far wall of the East Cache cabin, his gear piled in the middle of the
- floor beside the heating stove, forming an island between him and the four men. His bony hands
- clenched and fluttered, terrified. His pale eyes wavered uneasily as his bald, freckled head darted
- about in birdlike motion.
- "I don't want anybody coming here. I'll cook my own food," he snapped nervously. "Kinner may be
- human now, but I don't believe it. I'm going to get out of here, but I'm not going to eat any food you
- send me. I want cans. Sealed cans."
- "O.K., Blair, we'll bring 'em tonight," Barclay promised. "You've got coal, and the fire's started.
- I'll make a last - " Barclay started forward.
- Blair instantly scurried to the farthest corner. "Get out! Keep away from me, you monster!" the
- little biologist shrieked, and tried to claw his way through the wall of the shack. "Keep away from
- me - keep away - I won't be absorbed - I won't be -"
- Barclay relaxed and moved back. Dr. Copper shook his head. "Leave him alone, Bar. It's easier for
- him to fix the thing himself. We'll have to fix the door, I think -"
- The four men let themselves out. Efficiently, Bennings and Barclay fell to work. There were no
- locks in Antarctica; there wasn't enough privacy to make them needed. But powerful screws had
- been driven in each side of the doorframe, and the spare aviation control cable, immensely strong,
- woven steel wire, was rapidly caught between them and drawn taut. Barclay went to work with a drill
- and a keyhole saw. Presently he had a trap cut in the door through which goods could be passed
- without unlashing the entrance. Three powerful hinges from a stock-crate, two hasps and a pair of
- three-inch cotter-pins made it proof against opening from the other side.
- Blair moved about restlessly inside. He was dragging something over to the door with panting gasps
- and muttering, frantic curses. Barclay opened the hatch and glanced in, Dr. Copper peering over
- his shoulder. Blair had moved the heavy bunk against the door. It could not be opened without his
- cooperation now.
- McReady sighed. "If he gets loose, it is his avowed intention to kill each and all of us as quickly as
- possible, which is something we don't agree with. But we've something on our side of that door that
- is worse than a homicidal maniac. If one or the other has to get loose, I think I'll come up and undo
- those lashings here."
- Barclay grinned. "You let me know, and I'll show you how to get these off fast. Let's go back."
- The sun was painting the northern horizon in multi-colored rainbows still, though it was two hours
- below the horizon. The field of drift swept off to the north, sparkling under its flaming colors in a
- million reflected glories. Low mounds of rounded white on the northern horizon showed the Magnet
- Range was barely awash above the sweeping drift. Little eddies of wind-lifted snow swirled away
- from their skis as they set out toward the main encampment two miles away. The spidery finger of
- the broadcast radiator lifted a gaunt black needle against the white of the Antarctic continent. The
- snow under their skis was like fine sand, hard and gritty.
- "Spring," said Benning bitterly, "is come. Ain't we got fun! I've been looking forward to getting
- away from this blasted hole in the ice."
- "I wouldn't try it now, if I were you." Barclay grunted. "Guys that set out from here in the next few
- days are going to be marvelously unpopular."
- "How is your dog getting along, Dr. Copper?" McReady asked. "Any results yet?"
- "In thirty hours? I wish there were. I gave him an injection of my blood today. But I imagine another
- five days will be needed. I don't know certainly enough to stop sooner."
- "I've been wondering - if Connant were - changed, would he have warned us so soon after the animal
- escaped? Wouldn't he have waited long enough for it to have a real chance to fix itself? Until we
- woke up naturally?" McReady asked slowly.
- "The thing is selfish. You didn't think it looked as though it were possessed of a store of the higher
- justices, did you?" Dr. Copper pointed out. "Every part of it is all of it, every part of it is all for
- itself, I imagine. If Connant were changed, to save his skin, he'd have to - but Connant's feelings
- aren't changed; they're imitated perfectly, or they're his own. Naturally, the imitation, imitating
- perfectly Connant's feelings, would do exactly what Connant would do."
- "Say, couldn't Norris or Van give Connant some kind of a test? If the thing is brighter than men, it
- might know more physics than Connant should, and they'd catch it out," Barclay suggested.
- Copper shook his head wearily. "Not if it reads minds. You can't plan a trap for it. Van suggested
- that last night. He hoped it would answer some of the questions of physics he'd like to know answers
- to."
- "This expedition-of-four idea is going to make life happy." Bennings looked at his companions.
- "Each of us with an eye on the others to make sure he doesn't do something - peculiar. Man, aren't
- we going to be a trusting bunch! Each man eyeing his neighbors with the greatest exhibition of faith
- and trust - I'm beginning to know what Connant meant by 'I wish you could see your eyes.' Every
- now and then we all have it, I guess. One of you looks around with a sort of
- 'I-wonder-if-the-other-three-are-human' look. Incidentally, I'm not excepting myself."
- "So far as we know, the animal is dead, with a slight question as to Connant. No other is suspected,"
- McReady stated slowly. "The 'always-four' order is merely a precautionary measure."
- "I'm waiting for Garry to make it four-in-a-bunk," Barclay sighed. "I thought I didn't have any
- privacy before, but since that order -"
- None watched more tensely than Connant. A little sterile glass test-tube, half-filled with
- straw-colored fluid. One-two-three-four-five drops off the clear solution Dr. Copper had prepared
- from the drops of blood from Connant's arm. The tube was shaken carefully, then set in a beaker of
- clear, warm water. The thermometer read blood heat, a little thermostat clicked noisily, and the
- electric hotplate began to glow as the lights flickered slightly.
- Then - little white flecks of precipitation were forming, snowing down the clear straw-colored fluid.
- "Lord," said Connant. He dropped heavily into a bunk, crying like a baby. "Six days -" Connant
- sobbed, "six days in there - wondering if that damned test would lie -"
- Garry moved over silently, and slipped his arms across the physicist's back.
- "It couldn't lie," Dr. Copper said. "The dog was human-immuned.. and the serum reacted."
- "He's - all right?" Norris gasped. "Then - the animal is dead - dead forever?"
- "He is human," Copper spoke definitely, "and the animal is dead."
- Kinner burst out laughing, laughing hysterically. McReady turned toward him and slapped his face
- with a methodical one-two, one-two action. The cook laughed, gulped, cried a moment and sat up
- rubbing his cheeks, mumbling his thanks vaguely. "I was scared. Lord, I was scared -"
- Norris laughed brittley. "You think we weren't, you ape? You think maybe Connant wasn't?"
- The Ad Building stirred with a sudden rejuvenation. Voices laughed, the men clustering around
- Connant spoke with unnecessarily loud voices, jittery, nervous voices relievedly friendly again.
- Somebody called out a suggestion, and a dozen started for their skis. Blair. Blair might recover.
- Dr. Copper fussed with his test-tubes in nervous relief, trying solutions. The party of relief for
- Blair's shack started out the door, skis clapping noisily. Down the corridor, the dogs set up a quick
- yelping howl as the air of excited relief reached them.
- Dr. Copper fussed with his tubes. McReady noticed him first, sitting on the edge of the bunk, with
- two precipitin-whitened test-tubes of straw-colored fluid, his face whiter than he stuff in the tubes,
- silent tears slipping down from horror-widen eyes.
- McReady felt a cold knife of fear pierce through his heart and freeze in his breast. Dr. Copper
- looked up.
- "Garry," he called hoarsely. "Garry, for God's sake, come here."
- Commander Garry walked toward him sharply. Silence clapped down on the Ad Building. Connant
- looked up, rose stiffly from his seat.
- "Garry - tissue from the monster - precipitates too. It proves nothing. Nothing but - but the dog was
- monster-immune too. That one of the two contributing blood - one of us two, you and I, Garry - one of
- us is a monster."
- Chapter 9
- "Bar, call back those men before they tell Blair," McReady said quietly. Barclay went to the door;
- faintly his shouts came back to the tensely silent men in the room. Then he was back.
- "They're coming," he said. "I didn't tell them why. Just that Dr. Copper said not to go."
- "McReady," Garry sighed, "you're in command now. May God help you. I cannot."
- The bronzed giant nodded slowly, his deep eyes on Commander Garry.
- "I may be the one," Garry added. "I know I'm not, but I cannot prove it to you in any way. Dr.
- Copper's test has broken down. The fact that he showed it was useless, when it was to the advantage
- of the monster to have that uselessness not known, would seem to prove he was human."
- Copper rocked back and forth slowly on the bunk. "I know I'm human. I can't prove it either. One of
- us two is a liar, for that test cannot lie, and it says one of us is. I gave proof that the test was wrong,
- which seems to prove I'm human, and now Garry has given that argument which proves me human -
- which he, as the monster, should not do. Round and round and round and round and -"
- Dr. Copper's head, then his neck and shoulders began circling slowly in time to the words.
- Suddenly he was lying back on the bunk, roaring with laughter. "It doesn't have to prove one of us
- is a monster! It doesn't have to prove that at all! Ho-ho. If we're all monsters it works the same!
- We're all monsters - all of us - Connant and Garry and I - and all of you."
- "McReady," Van Wall, the blond-bearded Chief Pilot, called softly, "you were on the way to an M.D.
- when you took up meteorology, weren't you? Can you make some kind of test?"
- McReady went over to Copper slowly, took the hypodermic from his hand, and washed it carefully in
- 95 per cent alcohol. Garry sat on the bunk-edge with wooden face, watching Copper and McReady
- expressionlessly. "What Copper said is possible," McReady sighted. "Van, will you help here?
- Thanks." The filled needle jabbed into Copper's thigh. The man's laughter did not stop, but slowly
- faded into sobs, then sound sleep as the morphia took hold.
- McReady turned again. The men who had started for Blair stood at the far end of the room, skis
- dripping snow, their faces as white as their skis. Connant had a lighted cigarette in each hand; one
- he was puffing absently, and staring at the floor. The heat of the one in his left hand attracted him
- and he stared at it, and the one in the other hand, stupidly for a moment. He dropped one and crushed
- it under his heel slowly.
- "Dr. Copper," McReady repeated, "could be right. I know I'm human - but of course can't prove it.
- I'll repeat the test for my own information. Any of you other who wish to may do the same."
- Two minutes later, McReady held a test-tube with white precipitin settling slowly from the
- straw-colored serum. "It reacts to human blood too, so they aren't both monsters."
- "I didn't think they were," Van Wall sighed. "That wouldn't suit the monster either; we could have
- destroyed them if we knew. Why hasn't the monster destroyed us, do you suppose? It seems to be
- loose."
- McReady snorted. Then laughed softly. "Elementary, my dear Watson. The monster wants to have
- life-forms available. It cannot animate a dead body, apparently. It is just waiting - waiting until the
- best opportunities come. We who remain human, it is holding in reserve."
- Kinner shuddered violently. "Hey. Hey, Mac, would I know if I was a monster? Would I know if the
- monster had already got me? Oh Lord, I may be a monster already."
- "You'd know," McReady answered.
- "But we wouldn't," Norris laughed shortly, half-hysterically.
- McReady looked at the vial of serum remaining. "There's one thing this damned stuff is good for, at
- that," he said thoughtfully. "Clark, will you and Van help me? The rest of the gang better stick
- together here. Keep an eye on each other," he said bitterly. "See that you don't get into mischief,
- shall we say?"
- McReady started down the tunnel toward Dogtown, with Clark and Van Wall behind him. "You need
- more serum?" Clark asked.
- McReady shook his head. "Tests. There's four cows and a bull, and nearly seventy dogs down there.
- This stuff reacts only to human blood and -monsters."
- McReady came back to the Ad Building and went silently to the wash stand. Clark and Van Wall
- joined him a moment later. Clark's lips had developed a tic, jerking into sudden, unexpected sneers.
- "What did you do?" Connant exploded suddenly. "More immunizing?"
- Clark snickered, and stopped with a hiccough. "Immunizing. Haw! Immune all right."
- "That monster," said Van Wall steadily, "is quite logical. Our immune dog was quite all right, and
- we drew a little more serum for the tests. But we won't make any more."
- "Can't - can't you use one man's blood on another dog -" Norris began.
- "There aren't," said McReady softly, "any more dogs. Nor cattle, I might add."
- "No more dogs?" Benning sat down slowly.
- "They're very nasty when they start changing," Van Wall said precisely, "but slow. That
- electrocution iron you made up, Barclay, is very fast. There is only one dog left - our immune. The
- monster left that for us, so we could play with our little test. The rest -" He shrugged and dried his
- hands.
- "The cattle -" gulped Kinner.
- "Also. Reacted very nicely. They look funny as hell when they start melting. The beast hasn't any
- quick escape, when it's tied in dog chains, or halters, and it had to be to imitate."
- Kinner stood up slowly. His eyes darted around the room, and came to rest horribly quivering on a
- tin bucket in the galley. Slowly, step by step, he retreated toward the door, his mouth opening and
- closing silently, like a fish out of water.
- "The milk -" he gasped. "I milked 'em an hour ago -" His voice broke into a scream as he dived
- through the door. He was out on the ice cap without windproof or heavy clothing.
- Van Wall looked after him for a moment thoughtfully. "He's probably hopelessly mad," he said at
- length, "but he might be a monster escaping. He hasn't skis. Take a blow-torch in case."
- The physical motion of the chase helped them; something that needed doing. Three of the other men
- were quietly being sick. Norris was lying flat on his back, his face greenish, looking steadily at the
- bottom of the bunk above him.
- "Mac, how long have the - cows been not - cows -"
- McReady shrugged his shoulders hopelessly. He went over to the milk bucket, and with his little
- tube of serum went to work on it. The milk clouded it, making certainty difficult. Finally he dropped
- the test-tube in the stand and shook his head. "It tests negatively. Which means either they were
- cows then, or that, being perfect imitations, they gave perfectly good milk."
- Copper stirred restlessly in his sleep and gave a gurgling cross between a snore and laugh. Silent
- eyes fastened on him. "Would morphine affect a monster -" somebody started to ask.
- "Lord knows," McReady shrugged. "It affects every Earthly animal I know of."
- Connant suddenly raised his head. "Mac! The dogs must have swallowed pieces of the monster, and
- the pieces destroyed them! The dogs were where the monster resided. I was locked up. Doesn't that
- prove -"
- Van Wall shook his head. "Sorry. Proves nothing about what you are, only proves what you didn't
- do."
- "It doesn't do that," McReady sighed. "We are helpless. Because we don't know enough, and so
- jittery we don't think straight. Locked up! Ever watch a white corpuscle of the blood go through the
- wall of a blood vessel? No? It sticks out a pseudopod. And there it is - on the far side of the wall."
- "Oh," said Van Wall unhappily. "The cattle tried to melt down, didn't they? They could have melted
- down - become just a thread of stuff and leaked under a door to re-collect on the other side. Ropes -
- no - no, that wouldn't do it. They couldn't live in a sealed tank or -"
- "If," said McReady, "you shoot it through the heart, and it doesn't die, it's a monster. That's the
- best test I can think of, offhand."
- "No dogs," said Garry quietly, "and no cattle. It has to imitate men now. And locking up doesn't do
- any good. Your test might work, Mac, but I'm afraid it would be hard on the men."
- Chapter 10
- Clark looked up from the galley stove as Van Wall, Barclay, McReady and Benning came in,
- brushing the drift from their clothes. The other men jammed into the Ad Building continued
- studiously to do as they were doing, playing chess, poker, reading. Ralsen was fixing a sledge on the
- table; Van and Norris had their heads together over magnetic data, while Harvey read tables in a low
- voice.
- Dr. Copper snored softly on the bunk. Garry was working with Dutton over a sheaf of radio
- messages on the corner of Dutton's bunk and a small fraction of the radio table. Connant was using
- most of the table for cosmic ray sheets.
- Quite plainly through the corridor, despite two closed doors, they could hear Kinner's voice. Clark
- banged a kettle onto the galley stove and beckoned McReady silently. The meteorologist went over
- to him.
- "I don't mind the cooking so damn much," Clark said nervously, "but isn't there some way to stop
- that bird? We all agreed that it would be safe to move into Cosmos House."
- "Kinner?" McReady nodded toward the door. "I'm afraid not. I can dope him, I suppose, but we don't
- have an unlimited supply of morphia, and he's not in danger of losing his mind. Just hysterical."
- "Well, we're in danger of losing ours. You've been out for an hour and a half. That's been going on
- steadily ever since, and it was going for two hours before. There's a limit, you know."
- Garry wandered over slowly, apologetically. For an instant, McReady caught the feral spark of fear -
- horror - in Clark's eyes, and knew at the same instant it was in his own. Garry - Garry or Copper -
- was certainly a monster.
- "If you could stop that, I think it would be a sound policy, Mac," Garry spoke quietly. "There are -
- tensions enough in this room. We agreed that it would be safe for Kinner in there, because
- everyone else in camp is under constant eyeing." Garry shivered slightly. "And try, try in God's
- name, to find some test that will work."
- McReady sighed. "Watched or unwatched, everyone's tense. Blair's jammed the trap so it won't
- open now. Says he's got food enough, and keeps screaming 'Go away, go away - you're monster. I
- won't be absorbed. I won't. I'll tell men when they come. Go away.' So - we went away."
- "There's no other test?" Garry pleaded.
- McReady shrugged his shoulders. "Copper was perfectly right. The serum test could be absolutely
- definitive if it hadn't been - contaminated. But that's the only dog left, and he's fixed now."
- "Chemicals? Chemical tests?"
- McReady shook his head. "Our chemistry isn't that good. I tried the microscope, you know."
- Garry nodded. "Monster-dog and real dog were identical. But - you've got to go on. What are we
- going to do after dinner?"
- Van Wall had joined them quietly. "Rotation sleeping. Half the crowd asleep; half awake. I wonder
- how many of us are monsters? All the dogs were. We thought we were safe, but somehow it got
- Copper - or you." Van Wall's eyes flashed uneasily. "It may have gotten every one of you - all of you
- but myself may be wondering, looking. No, that's not possible. You'd just spring then. I'd be
- helpless. We humans must somehow have the greater numbers now. But -" he stopped.
- McReady laughed shortly. "You're doing what Norris complained of in me. Leaving it hanging. 'But
- if one more is changed - that may shift the balance of power.' It doesn't fight. I don't think it ever
- fights. It must be a peaceable thing, in its own inimitable way. It never had to, because it always
- gained its end."
- Van Wall's mouth twisted in a sickly grin. "You're suggesting then, that perhaps it already has the
- greater numbers, but is just waiting -waiting, all of them - all of you, for all I know - waiting till I,
- the last human, drop my wariness in sleep. Mac, did you notice their eyes, all looking at us?"
- Garry sighed. "You haven't been sitting here for four straight hours, while all their eyes silently
- weighed the information that one of us two, Copper or I, is a monster certainly - perhaps both of us."
- Clark repeated his request. "Will you stop that bird's noise? He's driving me nuts. Make him tone
- down, anyway."
- "Still praying?" McReady asked.
- "Still praying," Clark groaned. "He hasn't stopped for a second. I don't mind his praying if it
- relieves him, but he yells, he sings psalms and hymns and shouts prayers. He thinks God can't hear
- well way down here."
- "Maybe He can't," Barclay grunted. "Or he'd have done something about this thing loosed from
- hell."
- "Somebody's going to try that test you mentioned, if you don't stop him," Clark stated grimly. "I
- think a cleaver in the head would be as positive a test as a bullet in the heart."
- "Go ahead with the food. I'll see what I can do. There may be something in the cabinets." McReady
- moved wearily toward the corner Copper had used as his dispensary. Three tall cabinets of rought
- boards, two locked, were the repositories of the camp's medical supplies. Twelve years ago McReady
- had graduated, had started for an internship, and been diverted to meteorology. Copper was a picked
- man, a man who knew his professions thoroughly and modernly. More than half the drugs available
- were totally unfamiliar to McReady; many of the others he had forgotten. There was no huge
- medical library here, no series of journals available to learn the things that did not merit inclusion
- in the small library he had been forced to content himself with. Books are heavy, and every ounce of
- supplies had been freighted in by air.
- McReady picked a barbituate hopefully. Barclay and Van Wall went with him. One man never went
- anywhere alone in Big Magnet.
- Ralsen had his sledge put away, and the physicists had moved off the table, the poker game broken
- up when they got back. Clark was putting out the food. The click of spoons and the muffled sounds
- of eating were the only sign of life in the room. There were no words spoken as the three returned;
- simply all eyes focused on them questioningly, while the jaws moved methodically.
- McReady stiffened suddenly. Kinner was screeching out a hymn in a hoarse, cracked voice. He
- looked wearily at Van Wall with a twisted grin and shook his head. "Hu-uh."
- Van Wall cursed bitterly, and sat down at the table. "We'll just plumb have to take that till his voice
- wears out. He can't yell like that forever."
- "He's got a brass throat and a cast-iron larynx," Norris declared savagely. "Then we could be
- hopeful, and suggest he's one of our friends. In that case he could go on renewing his throat till
- doomsday."
- Silence clamped down. For twenty minutes they ate without a word. Then Connant jumped up with an
- angry violence. "You sit as still as a bunch of graven images. You don't say a word, but oh, Lord,
- what expressive eyes you've got. They roll around like a bunch of glass marbles spilling down a
- table. They wind and blink and stare - and whisper things. Can you guys look somewhere else for a
- change, please?
- "Listen, Mac, you're in charge here. Let's run movies for the rest of the night. We've been saving
- those reels to make 'em last. Last for what? Who is it's going to see those last reels, eh? Let's see
- 'em while we can, and look at something other than each other."
- "Sound idea, Connant. I, for one, am quite willing to change this in any way I can."
- "Turn the sound up loud, Dutton. Maybe you can drown out the hymns," Clark suggested.
- "But don't," Norris said softly, "don't turn off the lights altogether."
- "The lights will be out." McReady shook his head. "We'll show all the cartoon movies we have. You
- won't mind seeing the old cartoons, will you?"
- "Goody goody - I'm just in the mood." McReady turned to look at the speaker, a lean, lanky, New
- Englander, by the name of Caldwell. Caldwell was stuffing his pipe slowly, a sour eye cocked up to
- McReady.
- The bronze giant was forced to laugh. "O.K., Bart, you win. Maybe we aren't quite in the mood for
- Popeye and trick ducks, but it's something."
- "Let's play Classifications," Caldwell suggested slowly. "Or maybe you call it Guggenheim. You
- draw lines on a piece of paper, and put down classes of things - like animals, you know. One for 'H'
- and one for 'U' and so on. Like 'Human' and 'Unknown' for instance. I think that would be a hell of a
- lot more than movies. Maybe somebody's got a pencil that he can draw lines with, draw lines between
- the 'U' animals and the 'H' animals for instance."
- "McReady's trying to find that kind of a pencil," Van Wall answered quietly, "but we've got three
- kinds of animals here, you know. One that begins with 'M.' We don't want any more."
- "Mad ones, you mean. Uh-huh. Clark, I'll help you with those pans so we can get our little
- peep-show going." Caldwell got up slowly.
- Dutton and Barclay and Benning, in charge of the projector and sound mechanism arrangements,
- went about their job silently, while the Ad Building was cleared and the dishes and pans disposed of.
- McReady drifted over toward Van Wall slowly, and leaned back in the bunk beside him. "I've been
- wondering, Van," he said with a wry grin, "whether or not to report my idea in advance. I forgot the
- 'U' animals', as Caldwell named it, could read minds. I've a vague idea of something that might
- work. It's too vague to bother with though. Go ahead with your show, while I try to figure out the
- logic of the thing. I'll take this bunk."
- Van Wall glanced up, and nodded. The movie screen would be practically on a line with his bunk,
- hence making the pictures least distracting here, because least intelligible. "Perhaps you should
- tell us what you have in mind. As it is, only the unknowns know what you plan. You might be -
- unknown before you got it into operation."
- "Won't take long, if I get it figured out right. But I don't want any more
- all-but-the-test-dog-monsters thing. We better move Copper into this bunk directly above me. He
- won't be watching the screen either." McReady nodded toward Copper's gently snoring bulk. Garry
- helped them lift and move the doctor.
- McReady leaned back against the bunk, and sank into a trance, almost, of concentration, trying to
- calculate chances, operations, methods. He was scarcely aware as the others distributed themselves
- silently, and the screen lit up. Vaguely Kinner's hectic, shouted prayers and rasping hymn-singing
- annoyed him till the sound accompaniment started. The lights were turned out, but the large,
- light-colored areas of the screen reflected enough light for ready visibility. It made men's eyes
- sparkle as they moved restlessly. Kinner was still praying, shouting, his voice a raucous
- accompaniment to the mechanical sound. Dutton stepped up the amplification.
- So long had the voice been going on, that only vaguely at first was McReady aware that something
- seemed missing. Lying as he was, just across the narrow room from the corridor leading to Cosmos
- House, Kinner's voice had reached him fairly clearly, despite the sound accompaniment of the
- pictures. It struck him abruptly that it had stopped.
- "Dutton, cut that sound," McReady called as he sat up abruptly. The pictures flickered a moment,
- soundless and strangely futile in the sudden, deep silence. The rising wind on the surface above
- bubbled melancholy tears of sound down the stove pipes. "Kinner's stopped," McReady said softly.
- "For God's sake start that sound then, he may have stopped to listen," Norris snapped.
- McReady rose and went down the corridor. Barclay and Van Wall left their places at the far end of
- the room to follow him. The flickers bulged and twisted on the back of Barclay's gray underwear as
- he crossed the still-functioning beam of the projector. Dutton snapped on the lights, and the
- pictures vanished.
- Norris stood at the door as McReady had asked. Garry sat down quietly in the bunk nearest the
- door, forcing Clark to make room for him. Most of the others had stayed exactly where they were.
- Only Connant walked slowly up and down the room, in steady, unvarying rhythm.
- "If you're going to do that, Connant," Clark spat, "we can get along without you altogether, whether
- you're human or not. Will you stop that damned rhythm?"
- "Sorry." The physicist sat down in a bunk, and watched his toes thoughtfully. It was almost five
- minutes, five ages while the wind made the only sound, before McReady appeared at the door.
- "We," he announced, "haven't got enough grief here already. Somebody's tried to help us out.
- Kinner has a knife in his throat, which was why he stopped singing, probably. We've got monsters,
- madmen and murderers. Any more 'M's' you can think of, Caldwell? If there are, we'll probably
- have 'em before long."
- Chapter 11
- "Is Blair loose?" someone asked.
- "Blair is not loose. Or he flew in. If there's any doubt about where our gentle helper came from -
- this may clear it up." Van Wall held a foot-long, thin-bladed knife in a cloth. The wooden handle was
- half-burnt, charred with the peculiar pattern of the top of the galley stove.
- Clark stared at it. "I did that this afternoon. I forgot the damn thing and left it on the stove."
- Van Wall nodded. "I smelled it, if you remember. I knew the knife came from the galley."
- "I wonder," said Benning, looking around the party warily, "how many more monsters have we? If
- somebody could slip out of his place, go back of the screen to the galley and then down to the
- Cosmos House and back - he did come back, didn't he? Yes - everybody's here. Well, if one of the
- gang could do that -"
- "Maybe a monster did it," Garry suggested quietly. "There's that possibility."
- "The monster, as you pointed out today, has only men left to imitate. Would he decrease his - supply,
- shall we say?" Van Wall pointed out. "No, we just have a plain, ordinary louse, a murderer to deal
- with. Ordinarily we'd call him an 'inhuman murderer' I suppose, but we have to distinguish now.
- We have inhuman murderers, and now we have human murderers. Or one at least."
- "There's one less human," Norris said softly. "Maybe the monster have the balance of power now."
- "Never mind that," McReady sighed and turned to Barclay. "Bar, will you get your electric gadget?
- I'm going to make certain -"
- Barclay turned down the corridor to get the pronged electrocuter, while McReady and Van Wall
- went back toward Cosmos House. Barclay followed them in some thirty seconds.
- The corridor to Cosmos House twisted, as did nearly all corridors in Big Magnet, and Norris stood
- at the entrance again. But they heard, rather muffled, McReady's sudden shout. There was a savage
- scurry of blows, dull "ch-thunk, shluff" sounds. "Bar - Bar -". And a curious, savage mewing
- scream, silenced before even quick-moving Norris had reached the bend.
- Kinner - or what had been Kinner - lay on the floor, cut half in two by the great knife McReady had
- had. The meteorologist stood against the wall, the knife dripping red in his hand. Van Wall was
- stirring vaguely on the floor, moaning, his hand half-consciously rubbing at his jaw. Barclay, an
- unutterably savage gleam in his eyes, was methodically leaning on the pronged weapon in his hand,
- jabbing, jabbing, jabbing.
- Kinner's arms had developed a queer, scaly fur, and the flesh had twisted. The fingers had
- shortened, the hand rounded, the fingernails become three-inch long things of dull red horn,
- keened to steel-hard razor-sharp talons.
- McReady raised his head, looked at the knife in his hand and dropped it. "Well, whoever did it can
- speak up now. He was an inhuman murderer at that - in that he murdered an inhuman. I swear by all
- that's holy, Kinner was a lifeless corpse on the floor here when we arrived. But when It found we
- were going to jab it with the power - It changed."
- Norris stared uneasily. "Oh, Lord, those things can act. Ye gods -sitting in here for hours,
- mouthing prayers to a God it hated! Shouting hymns in a cracked voice - hymns about a Church it
- never knew. Driving us mad with its ceaseless howling -"
- "Well. Speak up, whoever did it. You didn't know it, but you did the camp a favor. And I want to know
- how in blazes you got out of that room without anyone seeing you. It might help in guarding
- ourselves."
- "His screaming - his singing. Even the sound projector couldn't drown it." Clark shivered. "It was
- a monster."
- "Oh," said Van Wall in sudden comprehension. "You were sitting right next to the door, weren't
- you! And almost behind the projection screen already."
- Clark nodded dumbly. "He - it's quiet now. It's a dead - Mac, your test's no damn good. It was dead
- anyway, monster or man, it was dead."
- McReady chuckled softly. "Boys, meet Clark, the only one we know is human! Meet Clark, the one
- who proves he's human by trying to commit murder - and failing. Will the rest of you please refrain
- from trying to prove you're human for a while? I think we may have another test."
- "A test!" Connant snapped joyfully, then his face sagged in disappointment. "I suppose it's another
- either-way-you-want-it."
- "No," said McReady steadily. "Look sharp and be careful. Come into the Ad Building. Barclay,
- bring your electrocuter. And somebody - Dutton - stand with Barclay to make sure he does it.
- Watch every neighbor, for by the Hell these monsters came from, I've got something, and they know
- it. They're going to get dangerous!"
- The group tensed abruptly. An air of crushing menace entered into every man's body, sharply they
- looked at each other. More keenly than ever before - is that man next to me an inhuman monster?
- "What is it?" Garry asked, as they stood again in the main room. "How long will it take?"
- "I don't know, exactly," said McReady, his voice brittle with angry determination. "But I know it
- will work, and no two ways about it. It depends on a basic quality of the monsters, not on us. 'Kinner'
- just convinced me." He stood heavy and solid in bronzed immobility, completely sure of himself
- again at last.
- "This," said Barclay, hefting the wooden-handled weapon, tipped with its two sharp-pointed, charged
- conductors, "is going to be rather necessary, I take it. Is the power plant assured?"
- Dutton nodded sharply. "The automatic stoker bin is full. The gas power plant is on stand-by. Van
- Wall and I set it for the movie operation and - we've checked it over rather carefully several times,
- you know. Anything those wires touch, dies." he assured them grimly. "I know that."
- Dr. Copper stirred vaguely in his bunk, rubbed his eyes with fumbling hand. He sat up slowly,
- blinked his eyes blurred with sleep and drugs, widened unutterable horror of drug-ridden
- nightmares. "Garry," he mumbled, "Garry - listen. Selfish - from hell they came, and hellish
- shellfish - I mean self - Do I? What do I mean?" He sank back in his bunk, and snored softly.
- McReady looked at him thoughtfully. "We'll know presently," he nodded slowly. But selfish is what
- you mean all right. Selfish is the word. They must be, you see." He turned to the men in the cabin,
- tense, silent men staring with wolfish eyes each at his neighbor. "Selfish, and as Dr. Copper said,
- every part is a whole. Every piece is a self-sufficient, an animal in itself.
- "That, and one other thing, tell the story. There's nothing mysterious about blood; it's just as
- normal a body tissue as a piece of muscle, or a piece of liver. But it hasn't so much connective
- tissue, though it has millions, billions of life-cells."
- McReady's great bronze beard ruffled in a grim smile. "This is satisfying in a way. I'm pretty sure
- we humans still outnumber you - others. Others standing here. And we have what you, your
- other-world race, evidently doesn't. Not an imitated, but a bred-in-the-bone instinct, a driving,
- unquenchable fire that's genuine. We'll fight, fight with a ferocity you may attempt to imitate, but
- you'll never equal! We're human. We're real. You're imitations, false to the core of your every cell.
- "All right. It's a showdown now. You know. You, with your mind reading. You've lifted the idea from
- my brain. You can't do a thing about it.
- "Blood is tissue. They have to bleed, if they don't bleed when cut, then, by Heaven, they're phony!
- Phony from hell! If they bleed - then that blood, separated from them, is an individual - a newly
- formed individual in its own right, just as they, split, all of them, from one original, are individuals!
- "Get it, Van? See the answer, Bar?"
- Van Wall laughed very softly. "The blood - the blood will not obey. It's a new individual, with all the
- desire to protect its own life that the original - the main mass from which it split - has. The blood
- will live - and try to crawl away from a hot needle, say!"
- McReady picked up the scalpel from the middle of the table. From the cabinet, he took a rack of
- test-tubes, a tiny alcohol lamp, and a length of platinum wire set in a little glass rod. A smile of grim
- satisfaction rode his lips. For a moment he glanced up at those around him. Barclay and Dutton
- moved toward him slowly, the wooden-handled electric instrument alert.
- "Dutton," said McReady, "suppose you stand over by the splice there where you've connected that
- in. Just to make sure no - thing - pulls it loose."
- Dutton moved away. "Now, Van, suppose you be first on this."
- White-faced, Van Wall stepped forward. With a delicate precision, McReady cut a vein in the base of
- his thumb. Van Wall winced slightly, then held steady as a half inch of bright blood collected in the
- tube. McReady put the tube in the rack, gave Van Wall a bit of alum and indicated the iodine bottle.
- Van Wall stood motionlessly watching. McReady heated the platinum wire in the alcohol lamp
- flame, then dipped it into the tube. It hissed softly. Five time he repeated the test. "Human, I'd say."
- McReady sighed, and straightened. "As yet, my theory hasn't been actually proven - but I have
- hopes. I have hopes.
- "Don't, by the way, get too interested in this. We have with us some unwelcome ones, no doubt. Van,
- will you relieve Barclay at the switch? Thanks. O.K. Barclay, and may I say I hope you stay with us?
- You're a damned good guy."
- Barclay grinned uncertainly; winced under the keen edge of the scalpel. Presently, smiling widely,
- he retrieved his long-handled weapon.
- "Mr. Samuel Dutt - Bar!"
- The tensity was released in that second. Whatever of hell the monsters may have had within them,
- the men in that instant matched it. Barclay had no chance to move his weapon as a score of men
- poured down on that thing that had seemed Dutton. It mewed, and spat, and tried to grow fangs - and
- was a hundred broken, torn pieces. Without knives, or any weapon save the brute-given strength of
- a staff of picked men, the thing was crushed, rent.
- Slowly they picked themselves up, their eyes smouldering, very quiet in their emotions. A curious
- wrinkling of ther lips betrayed a species of nervousness.
- Barclay went over with the electric weapon. Things smouldered and stank. The caustic acid Van
- Wall dropped on each spilled drop of blood gave off tickling, cough-provoking fumes.
- McReady grinned, his deep-set eyes alight and dancing. "Maybe," he said softly, "I underrated
- man's abilities when I said nothing human could have the ferocity in the eyes of that thing we found.
- I wish we could have the opportunity to treat in a more befitting manner these things. Something
- with boiling oil, or melted lead in it, or maybe slow roasting in the power boiler. When I think what
- a man Dutton was -
- "Never mind. My theory is confirmed by - by one who knew? Well, Van Wall and Barclay are
- proven. I think, then, that I'll try to show you what I already know. That I too am human." McReady
- swished the scalpel in absolute alcohol, burned it off the metal blade, and cut the base of his thumb
- expertly.
- Twenty seconds later he looked up from the desk at the waiting men. There were more grins out
- there now, friendly grins, yet with all, something else in the eyes.
- "Connant," McReady laughed softly, "was right. The huskies watching that thing in the corridor
- bend had nothing on you. Wonder why we think only the wolf blood has the right to ferocity? Maybe
- on spontaneous viciousness a wolf takes tops, but after these seven days - abandon all hope, ye
- wolves who enter here!
- "Maybe we can save time. Connant, would you step forward-"
- Again Barclay was too slow. There were more grins, less tensity still, when Barclay and Van Wall
- finished their work.
- Garry spoke in a low, bitter voice. "Connant was one of the finest men we had here - and five
- minutes ago I'd have sworn he was a man. Those damnable things are more than imitation." Garry
- shuddered and sat back in his bunk.
- And thirty seconds later, Garry's blood shrank from the hot platinum wire, and struggled to escape
- the tube, struggled as frantically as a suddenly feral, red-eyed, dissolving imitation of Garry
- struggled to dodge the snake-tongue weapon Barclay advanced at him, white-faced and sweating.
- The Thing in the test-tube screamed with a tiny voice as McReady dropped it into the glowing coal of
- the galley stove.
- Chapter 12
- "The last of it?" Dr. Copper looked down from his bunk with bloodshot, saddened eyes. "Fourteen of
- them -"
- McReady nodded shortly. "In some ways - if only we could have permanently prevented their
- spreading - I'd like to have the imitations back. Commander Garry - Connant - Dutton - Clark -"
- "Where are they taking those things?" Copper nodded to the stretcher Barclay and Norris were
- carrying out.
- "Outside. Outside on the ice, where they've got fifteen smashed crates, half a ton of coal, and
- presently will add ten gallons of kerosene. We've dumped acid on every spilled drop, every torn
- fragment. We're going to incinerate those."
- "Sounds like a good play." Copper nodded wearily. "I wonder, you haven't said whether Blair -"
- McReady started. "We forgot him! We had so much else! I wonder - do you suppose we can cure him
- now?"
- "If -" began Dr. Copper, and stopped meaningly.
- McReady started a second time. "Even a madman. It imitated Kinner and his praying hysteria -"
- McReady turned toward Van Wall at the long table. "Van, we've got to make an expedition to Blair's
- shack."
- Van looked up sharply, the frown of worry faded for an instant in surprised remembrance. Then he
- rose, nodded. "Barclay better go along. He applied those lashings, and may figure how to get in
- without frightening Blair too much."
- Three quarters of an hour, through -37 degree cold, they hiked while the aurora curtain bellied
- overhead. The twilight was nearly twelve hours long, flaming in the north on snow like white,
- crystalline sand under their skis. A 5-mile wind piled it in drift lines pointing off to the northwest.
- Three quarters of an hour to reach the snow-buried shack. No smoke came from the little shack,
- and the men hastened.
- "Blair!" Barclay roared into the wind when he was still a hundred yards away. "Blair!"
- "Shut up," said McReady softly. "And hurry. He may be trying a long hike. If we have to go after
- him - no planes, the tractors disabled -"
- "Would a monster have the stamina a man has?"
- "A broken leg wouldn't stop it for more than a minute," McReady pointed out.
- Barclay gasped suddenly and pointed aloft. Dim in the twilit sky, a winged thing circled in curves of
- indescribably grace and ease. Great white wings tipped gently, and the bird swept over them in
- silent curiosity. "Albatross-" Barclay said softly. "First of the season, and wandering way inland
- for some reason. If a monsters's loose-"
- Norris bent down on the ice, and tore hurriedly at his heavy, windproof clothing. He straightened,
- his coat flapping open, a grim blue-metalled weapon in his hand. It roared a challenge to the white
- silence of Antarctica.
- The thing in the air screamed hoarsely. Its great wings worked frantically as a dozen feathers
- floated down from its tail. Norris fired again. The bird was moving swiftly now, but in an almost
- straight line of retreat. It screamed again, more feathers dropped and with beating wings it soared
- behind a ridge of pressure ice, to vanish.
- Norris hurried after the other. "It won't come back," he panted.
- Barclay cautioned him to silence, pointing. A curiously, fiercely blue light beat out form the cracks
- fo the shack's door. A very low, soft humming sounded inside, a low, soft humming and a clink and
- clank of tools, the very sounds somehow bearing a message of frantic haste.
- McReady's face paled. "Lord help us if that thing has-". He grabbed Barclay's shoulder, and made
- snipping motions with his fingers, pointing toward the lacing of control-cables that held the door.
- Barclay drew the wire-cutters from his pocket, and kneeled soundlessly at the door. The snap and
- twang of cut wires made an unbearable racket in the utter quiet of the Antarctic hush. There was
- only that strange, sweetly soft hum from within the shack, and the queerly, hecticly clipped clicking
- and rattling of tools to drown their noises.
- McReady peered through a crack in the door. His breath sucked in huskily and his great fingers
- clamped cruelly on Barclay's shoulder. The meteorologist backed down. "It isn't," he explained
- very softly, "Blair. It's kneeling on something on the bunk - something that keeps lifting.
- Whatever it's working on is a thing like a knapsack - and it lifts."
- "All at once," Barclay said grimly. "No. Norris, hang back, and get that iron of yours out. It may
- have - weapons."
- Together, Barclays powerful body and McReady's giant strength struck the door. Inside, the bunk
- jammed against the door, screeched madly and crackled into kindling. The door flung down from
- broken hinges, the patched lumber of the doorpost dropping inward.
- Like a blue-rubber ball, a Thing bounced up. One of its four tentacle-like arms looped out like a
- striking snake. In a seven-tentacled hand, a six-inch pencil of winking, shining metal glinted and
- swung upward to face them. Its line-thin lips twitched back from snake-fangs in a grin of hate, red
- eyes blazing.
- Norris' revolver thundered in the confined space. The hate-washed face twitched in agony, the
- looping tentacle snatched back. The silvery thing in its hand a smashed ruin of metal, the
- seven-tentacled hand became a mass of mangled flesh oozing greenish-yellow ichor. The revolver
- thundered three times more. Dark holes drilled each of the three eyes before Norris hurled the
- empty weapon against its face.
- The Thing screamed in feral hate, a lashing tentacle wiping at blinded eyes. For a moment it
- crawled on the floor, savage tentacles lashing out, the body twitching. Then it staggered up again,
- blinded eyes working, boiling hideously, the crushed flesh sloughing away in sodden gobbets.
- Barclay lurched to his feet and dove forward with an ice-axe. The flat of the weighty thing crushed
- against the side of the head. Again the unkillable monster went down. The tentacles lashed out, and
- suddenly Barclay fell to his feet in the grip of a living, livid rope. The Thing dissolved as he held it, a
- white-hot band that ate into the flesh of his hands like living fire. Frantically he tore the stuff from
- him, held his hands where they could not be reached. The blind Thing felt and ripped at the tough,
- heavy, windproof cloth, seeking flesh - flesh it could convert -
- The huge blow-torch McReady had brought coughed solemnly. Abruptly it rumbled disapproval
- thoatily. Then it laughed gurglingly, and thrust out a blue-white, three-foot tongue. The Thing on
- the floor shrieked, flailed out blindly with tentacles that writhed and withered in the bubbling wrath
- of the blow-torch. It crawled and turned on the floor, it shrieked and hobbled madly, but always
- McReady held the blow-torch on the face, the dead eyes burning and bubbling uselessly. Frantically
- the Thing crawled and howled.
- A tentacle sprouted a savage talon - and cripsed in the flame. Steadily McReady moved with a
- planned, gim campaign. Helpless, maddened, the Thing retreated from the grunting torch, the
- caressing, licking tongue. For a moment it rebelled, squalling in inhuman hatred at the touch of icy
- snow. Then it fell back before the charring breath of the torch, the stench of its flesh bathing it.
- Hopelessly it retreated - on and on across the Antarctic snow. The bitter wind swept over it twisting
- the torch-tongue; vainly it flopped, a trail of oily, stinking smoke bubbling away from it -
- McReady walked back toward the shack silently. Barclay met him at the door. "No more?" the
- giant meteorologist asked grimly.
- Barclay shook his head. "No more. It didn't split?"
- "It had other things to think about," McReady assured him. "When I left it, it was a glowing coal.
- What was it doing?"
- Norris laughed shortly. "Wise boys, we are. Smash magnetos, so planes won't work. Rip the boiler
- tubing out of the tractors. And leave that Thing alone for a week in this shack. Alone and
- undisturbed."
- McReady looked in at the shack more carefully. The air, despite the ripped door, was hot and humid.
- On a table at the far end of the room rested a thing of coiled wires and small magnets, glass tubing
- and radio tubes. At the center, a block of rough stone rested. From the center of the block came the
- light that flooded the place, the fiercely blue light bluer than the glare of an electric arc, and from it
- came the sweetly soft hum. Off to one side was another mechanism of crystal glass, blown with an
- incredible neatness and delicacy, metal plates and a queer, shimmery sphere of insubstantiality.
- "What is that?" McReady moved nearer.
- Norris grunted. "Leave it for investigation. But I can guess pretty well. That's atomic power. That
- stuff to the left - that's a neat little thing for doing what men have been trying to do with 100-ton
- cyclotrons and so forth. It separates neutrons from heavy water, which he was getting from the
- surrounding ice."
- "Where did he get all - Oh. Of course. A monster couldn't be locked in - or out. He's been through
- the apparatus caches." McReady stared at the apparatus. "Lord, what minds that race must have -"
- "The shimmery sphere - I think it's a sphere of pure force. Neutrons can pass through any matter,
- and he wanted a supply reservoir of neutrons. Just project neutrons against silica, calcium,
- beryllium, almost anything, and the atomic energy is released. That thing is the atomic generator."
- McReady plucked a thermometer from his coat. "It's 120 degrees in here, despite the open door.
- Our clothes have kept the heat out to an extent, but I'm sweating now."
- Norris nodded. "The light's cold. I found that. But it gives off heat to warm the place through that
- coil. He had all the power in the world. He could keep it warm and pleasant, as his race thought of
- warmth and pleasantness. Did you notice the light, the color of it?"
- McReady nodded. "Beyond the stars is the answer. From beyond the stars. From a hotter planet that
- circled a brighter, bluer sun they came."
- McReady glanced out the door toward the blasted, smoke-stained trail that flopped and wandered
- blindly off across the drift. "There won't be any more coming, I guess. Sheer accident it landed
- here, and that was twenty million years ago. What did it do all that for?" He nodded toward the
- apparatus.
- Barclay laughed softly. "Did you notice what it was working on when we came? Look." He pointed
- toward the ceiling of the shack.
- Like a knapsack made of flattened coffee-tins, with dangling cloth straps and leather belts, the
- mechanism clung to the ceiling. A tiny, glaring heart of supernatural flame burned in it, yet burned
- through the ceiling's wood without scorching it. Barclay walked over to it, grasped two of the
- dangling straps in his hands, and pulled it down with an effort. He strapped it about his body. A
- slight jump carried him in a wierdly slow arc across the room.
- "Anti-gravity," said McReady softly.
- "Anti-gravity," Norris nodded. "Yes, we had 'em stopped, with no planes, and no birds. The birds
- hadn't come - but they had coffee-tins and radio parts, and glass and the machine shop at night. And
- a week - a whole week - all to itself. America in a single jump - with anti-gravity powered by the
- atomic energy of matter."
- "We had 'em stopped. Another half hour - it was just tightening these straps on the device so it
- could wear it - and we'd have stayed in Antarctica, and shot down any moving thing that came from
- the rest of the world."
- "The albatross - " McReady said softly. "Do you suppose - "
- "With this thing almost finished? With that death weapon it held in its hand?
- "No, by the grace of God, who evidently does hear very well, even down here, and the margin of half
- an hour, we keep our world, and the planets of the system too. Anti-gravity, you know, and atomic
- power. Because They came from another sun, a star beyond the stars. They came from a world with
- a bluer sun."
- THE END
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