A Trip to Mars E-Book

Fenton Ash

• Herausgeber: Ktoczyta.pl
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

An exciting science fiction adventure, in which two Edwardian schoolboys Gerald Wilton and Jack Lawford journey on A Trip to Mars, where they have various adventures and help to suppress a revolt. The story opens in the Southern Seas with the fall of what is at first taken for an immense meteorite, but really is a Martian airship. The heroes, in company with a few other denizens of this earth, are invited to return to Mars, and what they do and see there, make a tale well worth reading. This story is a simple variation on the theme of „A Son of the Stars”, but it is not a sequel thereto. Its most original feature is the spaceship used to transport the heroes, a compound or the organic and inorganic that qualifies as an early cyborg.

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Contents

PREFACE

I. THE FALL OF THE GREAT METEORITE

II. WHAT GERALD SAW

III. STRANGE VISITORS

IV. GERALD CARRIED OFF

V. KING IVANTA

VI. THE KING'S OFFER

VII. OFF ON A TRIP TO MARS

VIII. A NARROW ESCAPE

IX. ARMEATH'S SECRET

X. CAPTURED BY A COMET

XI. 'WELCOME TO MARS!'

XII. PRINCE ALONDRA

XIII. THE PALACE IN THE CLOUDS

XIV. TOM CLINCH'S STATEMENT

XV. HUNTING THE GREAT MARS EAGLE

XVI. IN DIRE PERIL

XVII. LESSONS IN FLYING

XVIII. A ROYAL PROGRESS

XIX. A DARING PLOT

XX. THE DEATH POOL

XXI. A SECRET TREASURE-HOUSE

XXII. MALTO

XXIII. A FOUL DEN

XXIV. AT THE PAVILION

XXV. AGRANDO THROWS OFF THE MASK

XXVI. THE WIRELESS MESSAGE

XXVII. A DESPERATE VENTURE

XXVIII. SAILING ON THE STORM-WIND

XXIX. ATTACKED IN THE DARK

XXX. CAPTURED

XXXI. AT HOME IN A VOLCANO

XXXII. IVANTA A FUGITIVE

XXXIII. A QUEER HUNT

XXXIV. A NIGHT EXPEDITION

XXXV. HOW IVANTA GAINED A FLEET

XXXVI. THE OLD WELL

XXXVII. THE FIGHT FOR THE STRONGHOLD

XXXVIII. A GREAT AERIAL BATTLE

XXXIX. THE END OF THE STRUGGLE

XL. CONCLUSION

PREFACE

In the case of my former book my first written for young readers I inserted a preface stating at some length my reasons for taking up the writing of stories of the kind. In it I pointed out that I had endeavoured to combine amusement with a little wholesome instruction; and that what might at first sight appear to be mere irresponsible flights of fanciful imagination had, in reality, in all cases some quasi-scientific foundation.

Doubtless such a preface is unusual in a work of fiction, and even more so in one intended chiefly for boys; but the result proved that its intention was understood and appreciated. I should show myself ungrateful indeed if I omitted, at the first opportunity, to record my deep sense of the kindly sympathy and approval with which that preface and the whole book were received by those reviewers and they were many who favoured my work with a notice.

In this, my second attempt in the same direction, I am conscious that I have set myself a difficult task, for it is not an easy matter to give verisimilitude to a story of a visit to another planet about which we necessarily know so little. Yet astronomy as a study is so fascinating, its mysteries and possibilities are so wonderful, so boundless, its influences so elevating and ennobling, that little apology is needed for any effort to attract the attention of youthful readers to it by making it the subject of a romance.

Amongst other difficulties the story-writer here meets with, by no means the least confronts him when he is called upon to decide which of various theories put forward by different scientists he shall adopt as a starting-point. Mars, for instance, may have an atmosphere which is like ours, or one that is either thinner or denser, or it may have no atmosphere at all. As to this nothing is known with certainty, and the most learned authorities differ one from another. In these circumstances, I have adopted the supposition which seems best suited to my story namely, that the air there may be denser than it is on the surface of our globe; but I do not wish to be understood as asserting it as a fact. The same remark applies to the assumption that diamonds or other precious stones do not exist naturally in Mars. In regard to these two points, I have felt it may be allowable, as children say, to ‘make believe’ a little in forming a groundwork upon which to build up a story. As to the rest, I have refrained, in deference to the known prejudices of young people, from interjecting constant scientific explanations in the course of the narrative. Only sufficient has been introduced here and there to justify the hope that none will sit down to its perusal without getting up a little the wiser.

We are all of us, as Sir Isaac Newton so aptly yet reverently expressed it, ‘only as children picking up pebbles on the seashore while the great ocean of knowledge lies stretched out before us.’

I shall be well satisfied if, in addition to affording pleasure to youthful readers, I enable them to pick up incidentally even so much as a few grains of the sand which lies beside the pebbles upon that wondrous, glorious shore.

THE AUTHOR.

I. THE FALL OF THE GREAT METEORITE

‘What a magnificent night! What a scene! Jack, old man, I think you will have to go in to supper without me and leave me to myself. It seems a sort of sacrilege to go indoors to exchange the moon’s beautiful light for the miserable glimmer of a little oil-lamp, and this invigorating air off the sea for the smell of paraffin oil. Ugh!’

‘You’re a queer chap, Gerald; as dreamy, at times, as any girl, I declare! You amuse me vastly when you take on these sudden sentimental fits. When you are in this mood no stranger would ever imagine you were the same go-ahead, muscular young Christian you can prove yourself to be at other times.’

‘Yes, I suppose I’m a bit of a dreamer, Jack. I’ve been told it so many times that I fancy there must be something in it. Yet “While you sleep, then am I awake”–you know the quotation.’

‘Faith! I believe you there, Gerald. I believe you were cut out for a night-bird!’

‘No, no; now you’ve got hold of the wrong end of the stick. It isn’t that I prefer the night to the day; it is simply that by day one cannot see the stars, and one loses touch with the marvellous thoughts they inspire. Look at the sky overhead now! Look at those little shining points of light, and think how that they are all worlds such as ours is, or was, or will be! Imagine what it would be like if we could sail up amongst them from this old earth of ours if we could roam at will through space, stopping here and calling there upon those which are inhabited as I feel assured some must be. What sights we should see! What wonders we should encounter! Ah, think of it!’

‘I’d rather think just now of having a bit of supper,’ remarked the practical-minded Jack, with a yawn. ‘And I’m going in to get it too; so, are you coming with me, or are you not?’

This talk took place upon a headland of a lonely island in the Southern Seas. A tropical moon cast its wondrous radiance over everything around, shimmering upon the water, and causing the whole island to appear as though floating in an ocean of molten silver. There was just wind enough now and then to start the graceful palms waving cool, refreshing zephyrs that set millions of sparkling ripples in motion on the sea, and sent them dancing merrily shorewards to plash at last upon the golden sands at the foot of the cliff.

Gerald Wilton and Jack Lawford were two youths, orphans both, who, after having been brought up and educated in England, found themselves, through a curious series of chances, passing their time upon this island under the guardianship of a former friend of Gerald’s father, named Armeath. The latter was a scientist who had chosen to make this out-of-the-way spot absolutely uninhabited save for himself and his establishment his home for a year or two, in order the better to pursue certain abstruse studies to which he was ardently devoted.

They were stalwart, well-grown, clean-limbed British youths, these two, with good-looking faces and well-knit frames, fond of hunting, shooting, fishing, and all outdoor sports. At first, therefore, it is needless to say, they had enjoyed the change to this far-off island home, and entered with zest into its free, open life. If limited as to space, there were larger islands near, amongst which they could take an occasional cruise, and where they could go ashore for hunting expeditions.

But after nearly a year, even this pleasant life had begun to grow a little monotonous. The two high-spirited youngsters were getting somewhat tired of it, and beginning to long almost unconsciously for other and more exciting adventures.

Of the two, however, Gerald perhaps was more troubled by these vague, restless feelings than his chum. As his friend had said, Gerald was given at times to fits of dreaming. In appearance he was fairer and a little taller than his companion, with gray eyes which often had in them an abstracted, far-away look. Jack, on the other hand, was almost swarthy of skin, with dark hair, firm lips, and keen, alert eyes, which indicated an active, determined character, and a practical, matter-of-fact temperament.

That, in effect, constituted the essential difference between these two firm friends. Gerald was fond of indulging in speculations concerning all kinds of scientific research. The mysteries of the unknown, and the as yet ‘undiscovered;’ the limitless possibilities lying in the worlds surrounding our globe speculations concerning such themes as these had for him an irresistible fascination. Jack, on the other hand, kept his thoughts and interest fixed upon the practical side of everything about him. He was a skilful mechanic and a trained mathematician, and had developed clever engineering abilities; he might possibly some day become an inventor. But speculative, dreamy fancies had little attraction for him.

‘Jack,’ said Gerald impressively, ‘I can’t come in just now I really cannot! I can’t exactly say why, but to-night I seem to be unusually restless. I could not sit down indoors, nor could I rest if I went to bed. I don’t know what it is; but I have a feeling’–

‘It’s the electricity in the air. I suppose there must be more lying about loose to-night than suits your constitution,’ remarked Jack prosaically. ‘I said a minute or two since that you were as dreamy at times as any girl. I begin now to think you are developing “nerves” as well. However, do as you please! Stop here and enjoy yourself with your “nervy,” dreamy fancies if you choose. For my part, I ‘m going in to supper, and’–

‘What are you lads talking about?’

This question, which came from some one behind them, caused the two friends to start suddenly, and then glance at one another with wondering looks.

It was not that they had not recognised the voice. They knew it at once to be that of Mr Armeath, their guardian; the wonder was that he should have come out to them. Usually he spent the whole night shut up in his own rooms, immersed in his studies, or gazing through his telescope at the heavens above; for, amongst other things, he was an enthusiastic astronomer.

‘Faith!’ exclaimed Jack, in an aside to Gerald, ‘I begin to think you ‘re right after all. There must be something unusual in the air to account for this new move!’

The new-comer was a tall, fine-looking old man, with an ascetic face and a kindly voice and manner. His hair and beard were white, but his deep-set eyes glowed with the liveliness and fire of a vigorous young man.

With the self-absorbed, thoughtful air that so often marks the devoted scientist or profound student, Armeath, without waiting for any reply to the question he had asked, stepped past the two youngsters and walked almost to the edge of the bluff. There he gazed first at the sandy shore fifty feet or more below, then out over the glistening sea to the distant horizon, and finally at the deep-blue, star-spangled sky overhead.

Behind the three, at a distance of a few hundred yards, was the building or rather group of buildings which formed their home. These were built bungalow-fashion, save as to one part the observatory which rose above the rest, with detached dwelling-places for their attendants close by.

Inland, the ground fell away, and there was on one side a winding road down to the shore. On the other side, the ground rose again towards higher ridges in the centre of the island.

The old man remained for some minutes gazing fixedly upwards; the two young fellows, very much surprised, and if the truth be told a little awed by his demeanour, remained also motionless, gazing alternately at him and at each other.

Suddenly the sage uttered a sort of cry an exclamation so strange, so thrilling, that his companions were startled, and stared anxiously about, seeking for an explanation.

Then they saw him raise an arm and point to the sky, and, following the direction thus indicated, they both started and stood and gazed fixedly as though spell-bound.

‘Look!’ exclaimed Jack. ‘It is a meteor!’

And that was all that was said all, indeed, there was time for. There was no time for questions, for comments, for anything, in fact, save a great gasp of astonishment, and scarcely even for that.

Careering towards them through the upper air, at what seemed lightning speed, was something which left a long, luminous trail behind it. Rays and flashes of light of different colours burst from it in its course, darting out in all directions. A low, rushing sound became audible, which quickly increased in volume until it became a terrific, deafening, overwhelming roar.

There was a sudden disturbance in the air, as of the approach of a whirlwind, and a crackling noise as of the discharge of fireworks.

Then something seemed to shoot past them into the sea, the ‘wind’ from it almost brushing them aside like that caused by a shell fired from some colossal cannon.

From the sea came a mighty crash as of a loud explosion, while columns of water and clouds of vapour rose into the air. The water came right over the top of the cliff, drenching the amazed spectators, and almost sweeping one it was Jack off his feet.

Hardly had the spray cleared away when there was another commotion in the water. The sea, boiling and chafing, seemed to rise up into a pyramid, and from it a huge dark mass shot up into the air, dropping back into the sea again with a plunge only a little less violent than that which had accompanied its first fall.

For a brief space it was lost to view, and then it reappeared, shooting again high into the air, as might a gigantic whale throwing itself out of the sea in sport or an endeavour to escape some terrible marine foe.

These mad leaps and plunges were repeated again and again, becoming each time less in height and violence, until at last they ceased.

It was some time, however, before the agitation in the water came to an end. Great waves rushed booming along the shore, dashing wildly up the face of the cliffs, sending clouds of spray flying over their summits far inland.

But after a while the commotion subsided, the sea became smooth on the surface, and there remained only a gentle heaving, as from a ground swell.

And there, at a little distance from the shore, the cause of all this disturbance was plainly to be seen an immense, egg-shaped mass many hundreds of feet in length, floating as lightly and buoyantly upon the still-heaving water as if it had been an immense football.

II. WHAT GERALD SAW

Seldom, perhaps, have there been seen three people more puzzled and amazed than the little group who had witnessed the tremendous advent of the wondrous ‘meteorite’ for such it appeared to be and now stood gazing at it in helpless astonishment as it floated quietly in the sea only a short distance from the shore.

It was some time before either Jack or Gerald spoke, and when they at last found speech, they had little to say beyond vague, incoherent exclamations.

Presently an impulse came upon them to run down the path which led to the shore, thinking that they might get a better view from there of this extraordinary new arrival from the realms above. Perhaps a closer look might yield some clue as to the nature of the strange visitor.

But a nearer view did not help them much. All that they could see, when they arrived on the sandy margin, was what they had already seen from above and that was a huge mass composed of some material not heavy enough to sink, and as a natural consequence light enough to float.

What could it be? It was, presumably, a meteorite so Armeath pronounced but of what kind? Who had ever heard of a meteorite of such a size, and above all, of a material light enough to float in water?

‘Don’t you wish you had gone in to your supper, Jack?’ Gerald asked mischievously. ‘Had you done so you would not have witnessed this wonder.’

‘It’s all very well to pretend to joke about it,’ returned Jack, affecting to grumble; ‘but it’s rather serious, you know. The giddy thing might have hit one of us a nasty crack on the head, or something worse. This all comes of your busying yourself about what doesn’t concern you, Gerald. You’ve bothered about the stars above us so long that, as you can’t get up to them, one of ‘em’s come down to pay a visit to you.’

‘Well, it’s likely to prove a grand find, anyhow. It must be made of some substance unknown to science, and its discovery may bring us all name and fame; so its arrival is bound to be a gain to us.’

‘It’s been nearer bringing us pain than gain, I guess,’ was Jack’s retort. ‘But what on earth are we going to do with the thing? How can we hope to get a great, round affair like that ashore?’

‘Well, Tom, you seem to be pondering something very weighty in your mind. Have you thought of a likely plan for getting this pretty plaything ashore in the morning?’

Gerald addressed these words to one of their attendants, Tom Clinch by name, a grizzled, rough, but worthy old sailor, who had known Gerald all his days. He had been indoors when the meteorite fell, and had not therefore witnessed its arrival. As the sound of its fall reached his ears he had rushed out, with others of the attendants chiefly natives most of whom had gone off shrieking and panic-stricken towards the interior of the island. Only Tom and another sailor had stood their ground.

‘Humph! It’s a rum sort o’ visitin’ star, this ‘ere, Mr Gerald,’ said the old mariner, with a wise shake of the head. ‘Got out of its coorse, I reckon, the channel not being buoyed; onless,’ he added, a sudden thought striking him as he noted how lightly the mass floated, ‘onless this be one of the buoys which ‘as got loose from its moorin’s above, an’ toppled over down ‘ere, d’ye see?’

With comments and talk such as this, the islanders passed the time while waiting for the morning. They felt too restless and excited to ‘turn in,’ with the exception of Mr Armeath. He, after a while, deeming that there was nothing to be gained by waiting outside, went back to his own rooms, leaving instructions that he was to be called at once if anything fresh occurred.

His wards remained on the watch, however, and with them their two sailor hands, Tom Clinch and Bob Reid; and in due course the moon went down and it became quite dark. Then, behold! there was another wonder to be added to the rest the whole great mass became luminous! Not only that, but queer shadows came and went upon it, as though something were in motion upon the surface or just beneath it.

The news of this being conveyed to Armeath brought him out again; but he could not account to his own satisfaction for this new phase.

‘It may be that it is composed of some highly phosphorescent mineral,’ was the only explanation he could suggest.

At last the morning dawned, and, immediately it was light, Armeath and his two young companions, without waiting for breakfast, put off in a boat, with the two sailors, to examine the meteorite more closely.

It was still there, but the slight wind had drifted it up to a sandy ledge close inshore, and it appeared to be now resting on the sand.

They rowed up to it and were not a little surprised to find that the whole mass was perfectly smooth like glass. Still more mystifying was it to see that there were bands at regular intervals extending ‘from stem to starn,’ as Tom expressed it, ‘jest for all the world like the hull of a great boat.’

They rowed all round it, their wonderment and astonishment growing all the time. They computed that it must be considerably over a thousand feet in length, by, perhaps, a hundred feet in diameter.

Suddenly Gerald uttered a loud exclamation. Jack, glancing at him, saw that he was pointing to a place in the side of the mass and staring at it as though his eyes were about to start out of his head.

‘What on earth’s up, old man?’ he asked in alarm. ‘Have you got an attack of nerves again, or’–

‘Jack!’ cried Gerald, seizing his chum’s arm, ‘d-didn’t you see didn’t you see them?’

‘Them what who?’ asked Jack, bewildered.

‘People men moving about! I declare that I saw some men moving about inside the thing!’

‘You ‘re barmy, my good Gerald! This little astronomical raree-show has been too much for those imaginative nerves of yours. I see nothing. Perhaps you saw shadows thrown by some birds flying overhead.’

‘No, oh no! A thousand times no! I tell you I saw people two or three moving about inside that smooth, slippery surface. They were very dim and shadowy, it is true, but they were there. I saw them just as one might see anything through very thick, semi-opaque glass. What does it mean? I tell you it’s uncanny! There’s some strange mystery about it all. This thing is not what it seems to be. What, in the name of all that is wonderful, does it mean?’

Jack looked at the smooth, shining sides which rose from the water and towered up high in the air. But he could see nothing to account for Gerald’s wild words; and he then glanced inquiringly, with real alarm and trouble in his eyes, at Armeath.

‘I am afraid,’ said the scientist, with a grave smile, ‘that Gerald is letting his exuberant imagination run away with him this morning. I confess I see nothing of the kind he described. It must have been some strange effect of the rays of the sun, which is not very high yet, striking at an angle upon these remarkable, shining sides.’

Gerald shook his head impatiently, but made no verbal reply; and they rowed round and round the phenomenon, without finding anything to satisfy their curiosity. Armeath examined the smooth sides closely, sometimes through a magnifying glass. He even tried to chip off a piece with a hammer and a chisel; but it was so hard that he could make no impression upon it, and so slippery that his chisel glanced off and flew from his hand into the sea.

After a good deal of rowing to and fro, and a considerable amount of critical examination, which threw not the slightest light upon the puzzling lump of mystery, it was decided to return to shore for their breakfast.

Even over their meal, however, their talk continued to run upon the all-engrossing subject. Jack rallied his chum unmercifully upon the extraordinary statement he had made; but Gerald refused to admit that he might have been mistaken.

‘I saw what I told you!’ he persisted doggedly. ‘I may be a bit of a dreamer at times, but I don’t “see visions” to that extent. No, there is some awful, inscrutable, incredible mystery about it all! Well, we’ll wait and see. We shall find out, I suppose, in good time.’

With such discussions and speculations the day passed, without bringing anything fresh in the way of enlightenment.

When evening came, Jack declared his fixed resolution not to allow the puzzle to deprive him of another night’s sleep. After supper, therefore, he went off incontinently to bed; and as Armeath shut himself up as usual, Gerald was left to himself.

Still restless and perplexed, dissatisfied with the explanations and theories which had been propounded, Gerald felt no inclination to ‘turn in.’ Something within him some vague impulse he could not analyse, above all, the recollection of the mysterious, shadowy figures he believed he had seen through the semi-transparent ‘shell,’ as Jack now called it urged him to remain on the watch.

‘As Mr Armeath says,’ he thought to himself, ‘if a wind were to spring up it might be gone by to-morrow. We may as well, therefore, keep an eye on it while it is here, and watch its departure when it goes.’

In order to carry out his idea, he required a reliable assistant, and this he found in Tom Clinch. Not only had Tom known Gerald all his life, as already stated, but he had served his father before him, and he had now transferred his devotion to the son. When, therefore, the young fellow sought him out and told him what he required, Tom was ready enough to lend his aid.

‘We’ll keep a watch, Mr Gerald,’ he responded, ‘turn and turn about, all night, an’ have the boat ready in case we wants it. Fur my part, I think ye’re only actin’ cautious-like. Nobody can tell what’s goin’ to happen next when things like this once begin fallin’ from the skies. I’ve ‘eerd it said as ‘ow theer’s supposed to be a great bear, an’ scorpions, an’ crabs in the sky. An’ after this, who can say but they might come a-rainin’ down on us an’ eat us all up in our sleep?’

Honest Tom had heard vaguely of the constellations of stars called by those names, and had very loose notions as to what they meant.

‘Well, I hope it won’t be as bad as that,’ Gerald answered with a smile. ‘But I shall be very glad of your company on my night-watch, all the same.’

So it was arranged; and the two betook themselves to a part of the shore where there was a cave which had been utilised as a boathouse, and here they began their watch.

The night turned out as fine as the previous one, except that there were a few drifting clouds which now and again obscured the light of the moon. There was scarcely any breeze, however, and the sea was, as Tom put it, ‘as calm and still as a pint of stale beer.’

For a long time nothing occurred, though they kept up their watch till the moon had set, and it had become quite dark. Then they saw again the luminous appearance which they had noticed before.

‘Now this is what I want to investigate, Tom,’ said Gerald. ‘Get out the boat quickly, and let us pull close up as silently as we can.’

The boat, which had been placed ready for launching, was slipped into the water, Gerald putting in the stern a dark lantern, which he had lighted.

Like a gliding shadow, the boat and her two occupants the sailor rowing and Gerald steering approached the huge ‘meteorite,’ now all aglow with a strange, dim light. The oars, well greased, made no sound, and they passed silently along the side nearest the shore, rounded the end, and were making their way back upon the outer side, when Gerald put a hand upon his companion as a signal to stop rowing.

They were then about the centre of the great mass, on the side which was away from the shore and faced the sea. There the boat remained stationary, Gerald staring intently at the curious shimmering wall which towered up at a distance of twenty or thirty feet.

‘See, Tom! Look!’ he suddenly whispered excitedly. ‘See! There are the shadows the forms of people! There! Now, who was right?’

‘Heaven defend us!’ breathed Tom fervently. ‘Whatever do it mean? Be the thing bewitched?’

‘Hush! Whatever you see, do not utter a word not a sound on your life! I believe they’re coming out!’

Decidedly it was no trick of the imagination this time, at any rate. There were actually figures, as of men, moving about inside. They could be dimly seen through the semi-opaque outer wall or shell. What they were, how they were dressed, or what they were doing, was not clear; but actual, moving, living beings they certainly were.

Something now seemed to be shifted inside, as though a screen had been removed, and at once the figures could be distinguished more plainly. But ere Gerald could fix his attention upon one or another among them, a sort of door had opened in the smooth, shining side, a platform had been run out, and now remained extended in a horizontal position.

Then a tall, noble-looking man appeared in the doorway, stepped on to the platform, and remained there, gazing out over the darkling waters.

III. STRANGE VISITORS

Gerald, resting almost spell-bound upon his seat in the boat, with difficulty repressed a gasp of astonished admiration as his gaze fell upon the stranger, whom he could see very clearly, even down to the smallest detail of his dress, in the soft but intense light which issued from the opening behind him.

Gerald saw before him a man, tall and commanding in stature, yet so exactly proportioned as scarcely to look his real height muscular without being stout, light and graceful in carriage without being thin. His refined, clear-cut features, which were free from any trace of beard or moustache, were those of a man in the very prime of life. The skin was smooth and clear, and as light in hue as in the average English type. The mouth was delicately chiselled, and very expressive; and the high, massive brow had a character all its own, conveying an idea of lofty serenity. Beneath, as it were, were traces of an irresistible will and a certain sense of latent power, which were somehow felt by the spectator rather than openly declared. The eyes were large, dark, and luminous, and their gaze searching and penetrating, appearing to be capable either of winning gentleness or the most terrible sternness.

Altogether, Gerald decided, a man to be loved and trusted, or hated and dreaded, according to whether he were a friend or an enemy; a born leader of men, a being of indescribable majesty and dignity in general appearance, yet possessed of a singular simplicity and charm of manner.

As to the dress of this attractive stranger, it is more difficult to describe, for the reason that Gerald perceived at once that the material was unlike anything he had ever seen before. There was a long tunic, with a belt of gold, and a very picturesque head-dress not unlike that in vogue in England in the days of Henry the Eighth; while the arms and legs were encased in garments which fitted closely, showing the figure clearly. That much was plainly to be seen. But what the dress consisted of was a puzzle, for it seemed to have a sheen of its own, a sort of shimmer which did not appear to be altogether reflected light. There were several little ornaments here and there, such as buckles on the shoes and another on the shoulder; but the chief embellishment was a large star upon the breast, which flashed and sparkled and seemed to be worked in diamonds.

Behind this regal figure were three or four others, who stood respectfully in the background, evidently in attendance upon him. Suddenly, while Gerald still gazed in ever-increasing wonder upon the unexpected scene, the stranger reeled as though suffering from an attack of faintness. He put his hand to his breast, and appeared to be panting for breath. Blood showed upon his face and ran off on to his dress, and the next moment he staggered and fell off the platform into the sea.

Gerald did not hesitate. He guessed that the man must have fainted; he knew that the spot where he had fallen in was outside the ledge on which the supposed ‘meteorite’ was resting; that it was of unfathomable depth, and that, therefore, his danger was imminent and deadly. Throwing off his jacket, therefore, Gerald dived into the water, and that with such promptitude that the second splash followed closely upon the first.

But the stranger had fallen from a height, and the impetus carried him down faster than that gained by Gerald’s dive from the boat, so that he failed to grasp the fainting stranger, and was compelled to swim downwards in the hope of finding him.

Down, down, ever down, he went, clawing at the water with fierce energy, and battling his way with feverish determination, knowing that, with those awful depths beneath him, the stranger’s one and only chance of life lay in his Gerald’s overtaking and gripping him.

It was a long and terrible struggle long, that is, comparatively and the pressure of the water became oppressive, when, at last, just as the plucky diver felt he must give up and return to the surface, his hand touched something. His fingers closed at once upon it, and he felt that he had secured his prize.

A few seconds later he had regained the surface, and found himself, panting, and all but exhausted, close to the boat, from which Clinch was watching for him. The sailor was aiding his search upon the waters around by throwing on them the rays from the dark lantern, which had been lighted and placed ready to hand in the stern.

A stroke or two brought the boat close enough for Gerald to get a hold upon it with one arm, while with the other he supported in the water the stranger’s insensible form.

‘Wait, sir; wait an’ get yer breath!’ counselled the old sailor. ‘Take it easy, Mr Gerald! I’ll hold on to t’ other chap, never fear! You let go on ‘im, an’ get yer breath!’

So Gerald loosed his hold upon the one he had rescued, and a little later had recovered sufficiently to be able to scramble into the boat. Then he gave his aid to Clinch, and between them they lifted the stranger in also.

‘Where to now, Mr Gerald?’ asked Tom, a little dazedly. All these sudden happenings, as he afterwards phrased it, had been ‘a little trying to the works of the upper story, an’ had set ‘em spinnin’.’ In other words, his brain was in a whirl.

Gerald looked round, and saw that a ladder had been lowered from the platform; and seizing the oars, he rowed the boat to the place. Two strangers were waiting on the lower part of the ladder. To Gerald’s surprise they wore masks upon their faces, and he noted that all the other strangers were now masked also.

As the boat came alongside, and Tom raised the inanimate form in his arms, the two on the ladder seized it, and carried it up the ladder, across the platform, and out of sight. A moment or two later the ladder was drawn up in very sudden fashion, the platform was run in, and then the doorway closed up completely, leaving nothing to mark the place where it had been.