Jupiter And Trouble!

: Wanted 7 Fearless Engineers

The huge ship circled the planet twice, with the instruments adjusted to

detect the metal of the domes. They spread over many miles of the



surface, yet were like grains of sand on the enormous globe. When the

gauges quivered over a section, hidden beneath the mists, every one

breathed a sigh of relief.



It would be many hours before the ship was within the cities, but they

were home! Every ea
thman had the same feeling. Jupiter was almost as

much of a home to them as to the natives, even before they had seen it.

They eagerly looked forward to sight of the domes that would be under

their care.



John McCarthy entered the control room with a big tray of containers.

"Here! It's not liquor, but I'll bet you enjoy it more. There's enough

in each of these to really quench your thirst. I for one, will enjoy

drinking all of the water I want, after five weeks on short rations."



It seemed impossible that the clouds outside could be deadly. They were

beautiful in the reflected light of the sun, yet those vapors contained

poison that no man could live in. The domes were the only place that

life could exist on the strange planet.



As they dropped through the heavy mists, it created a feeling of dense

fog. They could see nothing of the surroundings, trusting entirely on

the instruments. It was like groping in the dark, yet the earthmen knew

it had been done before, and the dome men showed no fear.



When a slight jar shook the ship, they breathed easier. It had touched

the ground! They could feel some effect of the heavy gravity, even

within the insulated hull. The ship slanted down at a steep angle,

sliding forward with its own weight.



The earthmen didn't understand what was happening, but watched the

actions of the dome men. They were using a different control board now,

beneath the other panel. McCarthy was down in the hold, watching the

action of machines that had been idle until now.



When they stopped, the mists disappeared from around them. Lights above

outlined a huge metal passage. The ship started forward again and heavy

doors slid back at the approach with bright light appearing beyond.



They were looking across sun-lit country; the most perfect scene they

had ever witnessed. Strange trees, and growth of every description,

spread in every direction. When the ship slid into the open, they were

beneath one of the domes--enormous beyond their greatest imagination,

and exquisitely beautiful.



While they watched spellbound, people started across the fields to greet

the expedition. The women were well proportioned, and far different from

the men of the race. Not as tall as the women of earth, or quite as well

built, but their heads were much smaller than the men's.



All men were dressed in flowing robes, the women in much less clothing.

They wore tight-fitting garments, like bathing suits of metallic cloth.

They were happy and carefree, seemingly without a worry in their lives.

Children came romping across the fields beside their parents.



Minutes, slipped by, and the people from earth hadn't moved. Sight of

their new home was too wonderful to grasp at once. Instead of the gloomy

metal covering they had expected, the curved surface above was finished

in blue that resembled clear sky at home--as if they had reached the

land of their dreams.



* * * * *



When their minds snapped back to reality, the dome men were being

welcomed by friends and relatives. The babble of voices came faintly to

the control room, from the power hull.



John McCarthy joined them. When the machines stopped, he came up to find

the reason. Now the others watched as he gazed at the beautiful scene

for the first time. Their own amazement was reflected in his eyes. When

he looked up at the curved dome, his wife slipped her arm around him.



They were disturbed by the crew, returning with their friends to welcome

the engineers. The dome people seemed completely happy. They were like

children greeting their parents, holding the hands of the earth people

and gazing into their faces with adoration. In their minds, the future

was secure, and they no longer had a care in the world. Eileen McCarthy

was so overwhelmed at the reception that she hugged two of the little

women.



It was like a dream to walk across the heavy carpet of moss. There was

no grass, but the velvet coat of green was quite similar. The trees were

shaped like an inverted bowl, their branches conforming to the curve of

the dome above. They were smaller than the trees of earth, with very

large leaves.



The eyes of the earth people kept returning to the dome. It was hard to

believe that it was not blue sky, except for giant supports that reached

from the ground to the metal ceiling, hundreds of feet above.



When Peter Yarbro learned that he was in charge of this agricultural

dome, his pleasure knew no bounds. His wife couldn't wait to see the

home that had been prepared for them--and waiting almost twenty years.



A circle of buildings formed the foundation of the immense metal

ceiling, as well as housing thousands of inhabitants. The back walls of

the structures were always blank, toward the vapor beyond the miniature

civilization. Each city was a world of its own, with a curved horizon at

the top of the buildings.



In Yarbro's dome there were few means of travel, as every inch of soil

was cultivated. The dome dwellers were past masters at farming, and

loved this work more than any other type of labor. To them, it was a

pleasure that vied with amusement machines of other cities.



When Mrs. Yarbro entered her new apartment, thirty stories above the

ground, and stepped to one of the balconies, the view was superb. She

was not interested in the next dome, but wanted to settle her own domain

as soon as possible; completely happy.



The rest of the party entered an open car, mounted on a single track,

and started for the next city. Every object that moved was operated by

the control of gravity, and could develop enormous speed and power. It

rolled swiftly across the open ground, to enter a tunnel three hundred

feet wide, which carried all of the commerce between the cities. When it

emerged in the next dome, the imitation sky was the same, but only a

small portion of the ground surface was cultivated.



Small buildings dotted the level floor, which Morquil explained were the

entrances of the mines, unworked for many years. Jerold Brown and his

wife remained in this city, in an apartment as well situated as that of

the Yarbro's, in the first dome.



Hours passed as they moved from city to city. When they reached the

capitol, only the Barrows, McCarthys and Martins remained of the

original fourteen. The others were in their own domes, settling down to

the new existence.



Every occupation seemed to have been forgotten by the childish people,

to come and welcome the beings from another planet. They lined every

inch of the way, many deep.



The main dome was three times the size of the others. Supporting

pillars, one hundred feet in diameter, seemed vague where they touched

the ceiling above. Parks covered most of the ground, dotted here and

there by amusement buildings and theaters.



Cars whizzed back and forth, as people gathered to see the strangers.

For the first time in generations the amusement buildings were deserted.

Since their arrival, Dick had seen no sign of work, and finally

questioned Morquil.



"The people work one mig out of each lix, Dick. It is enough to carry on

cultivation of the crops, and keep the amusement buildings running

properly and efficiently."



Barrow was stunned. The working period would have to be increased to

three immediately, then four and five. They seemed to think that

bringing men from another world would do the work, and were apt to be

disappointed when he started issuing orders.



* * * * *



When Dick and his wife were installed in their new home, and the

McCarthys settled in a nearby apartment, Morquil hesitated. The Martins

were anxious to see their own habitation, and looked at the dome man

questioningly.



He finally spoke with hesitation. "I have bad news for you. The Martins

will have to occupy an apartment in this city for a while. Their dome is

out of order. Trouble developed soon after the ship left here, on this

trip, and over a thousand people were killed. Every other city is

overcrowded with refugees.



"It started with a strange banging on top of the dome, which kept

increasing. No one knew what the trouble was or how to stop it, so they

waited to see what happened. It didn't sound as if the ceiling was going

to fall--but as if the banging came from outside! It was several migs

before they knew the cause.



"When a large section crashed to the ground, it was a complete surprise,

and caught the inhabitants unprepared. Soon the air was mixing with the

poison gases from outside. People tried to escape, and most of them did.

All except those that fell unconscious from the gas.



"Before the last of them reached the tunnel, green things dropped to the

ground, and started after those who remained. They had to close the

doors between the cities to keep the creatures from entering this dome.

It is the first time that anything has happened to my people, and we

don't know what it could be."



For a long time the earthmen remained silent. The troubles of this

civilization had been dumped into their laps already--in the form of a

terrible calamity. It sounded almost as if some kind of life forms had

broken through the domes from the outside! Perhaps there was more

danger than could be imagined. One dome had been injured, if not

destroyed, and others might follow!



A meeting of the earthmen was called immediately, much to their

surprise. Dick dared not let conditions stay as they were, for fear of

future trouble. Action must be taken at once.



"We don't know what we're facing, but the fate of the race as well as

our own lives, seem to be in danger. The break in the dome might have

been accident, and the moving forms the imagination of fear. But we know

that over a thousand people were killed--whatever caused the trouble!"



The men went back to their domes to rest, and plan some means of

entering the deserted city, but were disturbed before they had time for

sleep.



The agricultural dome had been attacked! The pounding had begun within

a short time of their arrival.



One thing was certain, the injured dome had been attacked! It was not

accident that the metal ceiling fell. There were living beings in the

gases outside their civilization!



The first dome had been attacked just after the space ship left for the

earth, and this attack came just after its return to the domes. There

was little doubt that movement of the ship had disturbed the serenity of

existence. Perhaps the gas creatures hadn't known what was beneath the

metal hives until the ship appeared.



The banging on the agricultural dome, had to be stopped! A hole would

let in the gas! Rifles, that had been brought back on the ship as

curiosities, were given to each earthman. They loaded them carefully

while they searched for some means of reaching the trouble.



When the leader of the dome heard what they were planning, he showed

them sealed openings to a space between the sections of metal, which

hadn't been used since the city was built. The dome was constructed in

three layers, for insulation, and to give added protection. It was like

a maze, to work their way toward the pounding through the network of

struts. At times they had to crawl on their hands and knees, at others

there were clearly defined passages.



They were afraid, and not ashamed to show it. They were hunting

creatures which they knew nothing about--didn't even know whether

bullets would affect them! They might face thinking beings, or forms of

life that only wanted to search in the domes for food. It was not a

pleasant thought.



Every rifle was cocked as they neared the source of the pounding. Every

nerve drawn to the finest point.



Suddenly Dick stopped. He was ahead of the others and first to glimpse

what they faced. He motioned to use the oxygen masks, as he fastened his

own in place.



As they crept closer, light glinted on the giant pointed hammer,

operated from beyond the outer layer of metal. It rose and fell at even

intervals, through the rent in the upper surface. The ram had already

crushed through two thicknesses of metal, and was battering at the inner

layer.



The inside section was more like glass than metal and dim light passed

through, but the outer layers were opaque. When the huge ram disappeared

from the glow of light it left a gaping hole where it had been. It was

of material they had never seen and glistened with a brownish hue. It

appeared to shorten and expand in diameter, each time it struck the

surface.



For a moment they hesitated, trying to decide the best means of attack.

Whatever animated the ram was above their vision, and they had to be

close to the opening to see it.



Each time the shiny object descended, the dome vibrated beneath their

feet. As long as the vibration remained they were safe, but when it felt

like a thud--the metal would be cracking!



Thousands of helpless people were depending on the action of earthmen,

for their future existence. They seemed to think that it was only

necessary to tell their troubles to these amazing strangers, to have

them solved. Stories about the use of water to drive the space ship, had

circulated throughout the cities, crediting the newcomers with

superhuman powers.



As the little party crept nearer, they separated, to approach the

opening from every direction. Dick was to fire first--if he saw anything

to shoot at! It might be a powerful machine, clamped to the outer

surface, instead of a being that could be injured. The glass globes of

the masks were clouding with moisture, and it was hard to see.



A thud came, that didn't vibrate quite as much, and the men could feel

the hair on their necks stiffen. It was now or never, and Dick fired

although he was still several feet from the opening. He fired at the

topmost section of the ram, hoping it might stop the hammering for a

moment even if it didn't injure the equipment. Two more shots rang out,

before the object could deliver another blow.



It was alive! The heavy ram jumped from the shock of the bullets,

curving convulsively to one side of the opening. Then it drew back out

of sight.



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