suddenly called: âClifford. Better come back. Weâre not sure. Donât take any chances.â
The leading car, an angry droning little midge, swooped. Light stabbed like a bright lance from its side. There was a spurt of dust a few yards in front of Clifford, and then the ray struck him.
His arms were still outspread. They glowed for a fraction of a second. His body was outlined in flame. Then he crumpled and dissolved: where he had been there was a haze of dust, a swirl of movement that retained the shape of a man of a moment and then was dispersed.
Alida screamed. She would have flung herself past Matthew and out into the open, but he caught her arm and held her back.
âBellhouseâthe doors!â he shouted.
Bellhouse thumbed the switch, and the airlock door closed with a thud. As its echoes died away there was a sharp sound as though a great fingernail had scratched piercingly down the outside of the spaceship.
âItâll take more than that to pierce the hull,â snapped Matthew.
The sound came again. Through the ports they saw the helicars swooping and plunging, sending out against the side of the ship a succession of vicious bright rays.
Alida was crying, her body racked by bitter sobs. Matthewsâ eyes narrowed with pain. He tried to put an arm about her shoulder, but she shook him off and showed him a face contorted by hatred.
âYou!â she spat. âThis is your fault. Your expedition to Earth...your selfishness...and it was you who let Clifford go out there.â
He said: âAlida....â
âWhere will it end? What hope is there now?â
Two of the women took her arms and led her gently away, trying to soothe her. The sound of her sobs came back with a hollow, resonant note as she went down the corridor.
Bellhouse said, not looking at Matthew: âBefore we start any arguments, we ought to get clear of this place.â
âRun away?â said Matthew, enraged. âWeâll man the disruptors and blow those little insects out of existence.â
âThatâs a fair-sized town over there,â said Bellhouse, âand if Iâm not mistaken theyâve got other resources. Thereâs something moving over there now.â
The two of them looked out of a port. Visibility was poor because of the columns of dust that lashed up out of the ground every time one of the helicarâs rays swept across But Bellhouse was right. A vague shape of some heavy vehicle was moving into position at the end of one of the townâs wide streets.
Matthew said; âWe can stand up to it. We can give as good as we get.â
âCan we? Theyâll be calling up reinforcements. They donât like the look of human beingsâthatâs plain enough. And one hole blown in the side of the ship means weâre stuck here until we can make repairs. Whatâs it going to be: do we clear out before weâre damaged, or do we make a last stand?â
Matthewâs every impulse was to stand fast. The need to avenge Cliffordâs death burned in his mind.
âOf course,â said Bellhouse ironically, âwe might be able to make them understand, after a while, that we mean no harm. But whether weâd get a chance of explaining is open to question.â
The ground almost directly below the port burst into a fury of flame. The ship rocked violently, and Matthew was thrown back against the corridor wall.
Then another tremor ran through the ship, as the disruptors opened fire. Matthew thrust himself upright with a scowl of satisfaction.
Then he said, sharply: âYouâre right. Of course youâre right. We canât expect to have a quiet talk with creatures who fire as soon as they see a human being, and we canât defeat them. It would be madness to come this far and then be wiped out because we were too proud to cut and run.â
He called for one of the auxiliary pilots. Bellhouse went back into the