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THE FIELD OF DIAMONDS
Dumbly the wanderers gazed at each other. They could not comprehend it
at first. That the projectile, on which their very lives depended in
this dead world of the moon, should float away and leave them seemed
incredible. Yet they had witnessed it.
“Do—do you really think we saw it—saw the Annihilator, Mark?” asked
Jack in a low voice, after several minutes had passed.
“Saw it? Of course, we saw it. We’ve seen the last of it, I’m afraid.
But what do you mean?”
“I—I thought maybe I was out of my head, and I only saw a vision,”
answered Jack. “You know—a sort of mirage. It was real, then?”
“Altogether too real,” spoke Andy Sudds grimly. “They didn’t see us nor
hear us. We’re left behind!”
“But can’t we do something?” demanded Mark. “Let’s start off and try to
catch them. They were going slow.”
“The wonder to me is how they moved at all,” said Jack. “I thought the
machinery wouldn’t work until we got back with the lost tool.”
“Probably the two professors found some way of patching up the motor,”
was Mark’s opinion, and later they found that this was so.
For some time they remained staring in the direction in which the
projectile had vanished, as if they might see it reappear, but the
great steel shell did not poke its sharp nose in among the towering
peaks which hid it from view. Probably it was many miles away now.
“Well,” remarked old Andy at length, “we’ve got to make the best of it.
We won’t have many more days of light, and we must gather what food we
can, put it where we can find it in the dark, and also bring in some
water from the black pool. We can store that in some of the stone
tables. By turning them upside down they will make good troughs, and it
won’t freeze. We must work while we have light, for soon the long night
will come.”
The sight of the projectile going away seemed to take the heart out of
all of them, and they did not know what to do. For some time they
remained there idly, until Andy roused the boys to a sense of their
responsibility by urging upon them the necessity of getting together a
store of meat and water.
As they had about exhausted the limited food supply in the ancient
restaurant, they sought and found another and larger one. There they
had the good fortune to come upon some whole sides of beef and lamb,
which were petrified on the outside, but which, when they had blasted
off the outer shell of stone, gave them good food.
They made several trips to the black pool, and brought in all the
liquid they could, for they did not want to have to go outside the
petrified city into the wild and desolate country beyond, after the
dismal night had settled down. They feared they would become lost
again.
Their lonely situation seemed to grow upon them. The appalling silence
all about terrified them. The weird sight of the petrified men and
women in the petrified city got on their nerves.
They had done all they could. A store of meat had been blasted out and
put away. It would keep outside of the stone shell now, for the weather
was getting colder with the advent of the long night.
This fact worried them. With the temperature at twenty-eight when the
sun was shining, what might it not fall to in the darkness? The
terrible cold of the arctic regions might be nothing compared to the
frostiness of the dead moon in the shadow. Their fur garments, thick as
they were, might be no more protection than so much paper. And they had
no means of making a fire, nor anything to burn on one had they been
capable of kindling it, for Andy had used the last of his cartridges to
blast with, and where everything was petrified there was no wood.
Then, too, their life-torches were giving out. The emanations of oxygen
were weaker, and they had to hold them almost under their noses to
breathe the vital vapor.
One day, or rather what corresponded to a day, for they had lost all
track of time, Andy Sudds arose from the stone bench on which their
meager meal had been served. He started from the restaurant where they
had taken up their abode.
“Where are you going?” asked Jack.
“I’m going to make one last attempt to find the projectile before it
gets too dark,” answered the hunter. “We can go out, look around for
several hours, and get back before darkness sets in. We might as well
do it as sit here doing nothing. Then, too, we can bring in some more
water. We’ll need all we can store away.”
“I’ll go with you,” volunteered Jack, and Mark, not wanting to be left
alone in the dead city, followed. Carrying their life-torches and
wrapping their fur garments closely about them, for it had grown much
colder, they sallied forth.
They found a thin film of ice on the black pool, showing that it would
probably freeze when it got cold enough, though the ordinary
temperature of thirty-two degrees had not affected it. They filled
their water bottles, and then Andy proposed that they take a new path—
one they had not tried before.
They hardly knew where they were going, but ever as they tramped on
they cast anxious looks upward to see if they might descry the
projectile hovering over them. But they did not see it.
Jack had taken the lead, and was walking along, glancing idly about. He
came to a place where two peaks were so close together that it was all
he could do to squeeze through. But the moment he had passed the defile
and looked out on a broad, level field, he came to a sudden stop. His
companions, who pressed after him, saw him rub his eyes and shake his
head, as if disbelieving the evidence of what lay before him. Then Jack
murmured: “It can’t be true! It can’t be true!”
“What?” called Mark.
“There! Those,” answered his chum. “See, the field is covered with
diamonds! We have found the diamonds of the moon—the field of Reonaris
that the men of Mars discovered! There are the diamonds—millions of
them!”
“Diamonds!” exclaimed Mark. He squeezed through the defile, and stood
beside Jack. Before him in the fading light of the sun was a broad
field, girt around with towering cliffs, and the surface of the field
was covered with white stones.
Jack sprang forward and gathered up a double handful. He let them run
through his fingers in a sparkling stream. Old Andy came up to the
boys.
“They’re only glass or crystals,” he said.
“They are not glass or crystals!” declared Mark, who had made a study
of gems. “I should say they were diamonds, probably meteoric diamonds,
very rare and valuable. Why, there is the ransom of a thousand kings
spread out before us!”
He fell upon his knees and began to scoop up the gems. His chum was
making a little heap of the stones.
“The ransom of a thousand kings!” murmured Jack. “More diamonds than in
all the world—and I’d give my share for a good ham sandwich!”
BACK TO EARTH—CONCLUSION
At any other time the discovery of such a vast store of wealth would
have set the wanderers half wild with joy. Now they only accepted the
fact dully, for the perils of their situation overburdened them. As
Jack had said, they needed food more than the gems, for at best the
supply they had blasted out could not last long, and when that was gone
where were they to get more, for there were no more cartridges, and the
rending force of powder was needed to open the rocky meat.
“I knew we’d find the diamonds,” murmured Jack, as he began to fill the
pockets of his fur coat. “I’m right, after all, Mark, you see.”
“Yes, but what good will it do us? What’s the good of even carrying any
away. We can never use them.”
“That’s so,” agreed Jack, in a low voice. “I might as well leave them
here.”
But somehow the desire to pick up gems which, when they were cut and
polished, would rival many of the famous diamonds of history was too
strong to be resisted. Though he was afraid he would never get back to
earth to enjoy them, Jack could not help putting in his pockets a
goodly supply of the largest of the precious stones. Andy did the same,
and Mark, in spite of his gloomy feelings, stuffed his pockets. They
worked with their torches held close to their faces, and in the search
for the better stones they literally walked over millions of dollars’
worth of the gems.
For there, stretched out before them, was an actual field of diamonds.
As Mark had said, they were of meteoric origin, that is, a meteor had
burst over that particular portion of the moon, and the chemical action
had created the diamonds, which had fallen in a shower in the field.
“If you boys have all you want, then let’s get back to the city,”
suggested Andy. “No telling when it will be night now.”
They followed his advice, and soon were going back by way of the black
pool. It seemed more lonesome than ever, after the excitement of
discovering the field of diamonds, and even Jack, glad as he was to
have his theory vindicated, got tired of referring to it. His triumph
meant little to him now.
They were at the entrance to the petrified city. As they were about to
go in, ready to hide themselves in the deepest part of the restaurant,
away from the terrible cold and appalling darkness they felt would soon
be upon them, Mark came to a sudden halt. He glanced quickly up into
the air and cried out: “Hark!”
“What’s the matter?” asked Jack, as they stood in a listening attitude.
“I heard a noise,” whispered Mark. “It sounded—I’m sure it sounded—
like the crackling of the wireless motor waves of the projectile.
Listen!”
Faintly through the silence came a sound as if there was a discharge of
an electric current. It increased in volume, and there was a faint
roaring in the atmosphere.
“It’s her—it’s the Annihilator!” shouted Jack, leaping about.
“Wait,” counselled Andy, who dreaded the terrible disappointment should
the boys be mistaken. The sound came nearer. The crackling could
plainly be made out now. The sun was out of sight, but there was still
the glow which follows sunset.
The boys were eagerly scanning the heavens, Their hearts beat high with
hope. Suddenly, in the olive-tinted sky just above a range of rugged
peaks, a black shape loomed. A black shape, as of a great cigar,
pointed at both ends. It shot into full view.
“The projectile!” yelled Jack.
“The Annihilator!” gasped Mark.
“Thank Heaven, they have found us in time!” exclaimed Andy fervently,
and the three stretched out their arms toward the craft from which they
had been parted so long. It was as if they tried to pull it down to
them.
“Do they see us?”
“Will they pass us by?”
“Make a noise so they’ll hear us!”
“Wave to them!”
“Oh, if they leave us now!”
Questions, ejaculations and entreaties came rapidly from the lips of
the
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