Voyaging To Another World

: Wanted 7 Fearless Engineers

During each waking period, Barrow spent many hours in the room with the

miniature domes. They were beautiful models, which could be opened or

moved as desired, by small levers on the foundation. Wires as fine as

hairs were strung from one spot to another, while metal the size of

thread represented heavy cables.



Slowly, an understanding of the strange civilization formed in Dick's

mind, and he drew section
l maps of the location of all mechanical

equipment. Other maps pictured the streets, so that it would be easy to

reach any desired destination. When this was done, Morquil sent one of

his men down to make as many copies as desired. Each engineer was to

have a complete set.



The earthmen had learned to keep track of the time according to the

system on the ship. Each "lix" included the time spent in sleep as well

as one waking period. It was twenty-seven hours in length, but they all

thought of it as a day.



Each lix was divided into thirty-six "migs." Each mig being just

forty-five minutes in length. They were able to keep track of each mig,

by their watches, although the time pieces were useless for any other

purpose.



One lix, Dick returned the friendly smile of a member of the crew, and

to his amazement the man spoke. "Chickiboo." For a moment Barrow was

stumped, then realized that it must be a greeting.



When he was greeted the same way, by a second and then a third man, he

tried to imitate the words. The man from Jupiter was so pleased that he

almost danced, then spoke again. "Gootmording."



Dick's jaw almost dropped open; the man was trying to speak English!



Suddenly Barrow laughed. Morquil had been instructing his crew in the

strange language, as well as telling them to greet the earthmen in their

own tongue. He must speak about holding classes to learn the language.

They would have to understand it, and the sooner they started the easier

it would be.



The following lix, Dick stopped on the ramp to the machinery hold to

listen. McCarthy was humming the tune of a song that had been the rage

at home, but the words were "chicki-boo--chicki-boo--chicki-boo."



Barrow smiled as he approached, but the big Irishman didn't realize the

reason. He was almost bursting with news.



"I've got it, Dick! I've found the key! Don't laugh, but I've discovered

the working principle of this little machine, and it will lead to the

secret of all others. In a month I'll know how this crate runs."



"Don't worry, I'm not laughing, John. I think it's great that you've got

this far. I only wish the others would show as much interest. Not one of

them has been down here for more than a few minutes, and they know

little more than when we started."



"Aw! Don't take it that way, Dick. It isn't their fault. Didn't you ever

see their wives? Those women won't let the men out of their sight for

three minutes. Your wife and mine are different--they trust us! If we

tell 'em the ship's okay, it's okay; but them--say, they can't tell

their wives anything. The women in their families do all of the

talking."



Dick laughed, but knew that it was close to the truth. The other men in

the party were tied to their wives' apron strings. Aside from Dolores

and Eileen McCarthy, none of the women trusted the space ship. They were

afraid it might fly to pieces at any moment, although they had overcome

their fear enough to find means of entertainment.



Small devices in the cabin showed miniature movies, with words in the

tongue of the dome cities. Discovering this created desire to understand

the language, and they eagerly attended the classes.



One lix Dick found Jerold Brown examining a piece of machinery. A few

lix later Andrew Smith had joined him. Soon every earthman was spending

his time in the machinery hold, with McCarthy acting as instructor. He

would accept no excuse for being late at his classes--and they all

arrived on time!



* * * * *



Weeks slipped by as the ship drove on through space. The earthmen

learned to admire the men from Jupiter for their constant good-nature,

although they were slightly childish.



The crew of engineers were slowly learning the rudiments of Jupiter's

science. Barrow through his study of the domes, and McCarthy through

study of the machines, far surpassed the others. At times both men spent

hours in the model room, at others Dick examined the machines beside the

Irishman. They compared notes until each knew the other's findings.



Dick took all the men into the model room once every third lix, and

spent four hours instructing them in the civilization. Each man had his

own set of maps, and marked down facts about his future location. Dick

copied their notes on a large map, that covered all the cities. They

used numbers to signify different mechanisms, to make it easier to

describe equipment that was duplicated in more than one dome.



In a month they were able to carry on light conversation, and from then

on mastery of the language was faster. The women far surpassed the men,

due to desire for entertainment.



When he was able to question the crew, Dick received a terrible shock.

They knew less about the ship's operation than his own men! They

didn't understand their own equipment!



The people of the domes were content to enjoy the mechanical wonders of

their ancestors--without bothering about how they ran. They used

equipment for every purpose, without the slightest interest in why it

worked. The earthmen suddenly realized what a gigantic task they faced.

Seven men--to rebuild a civilization!



The men at the controls knew what reaction would take place by movement

of a lever, but didn't understand why! Dick became slightly worried

about reaching their destination--it was beyond all reason. Earthmen

wouldn't have attempted to operate equipment they knew nothing about, by

movement of controls to obtain the proper action.



It was no wonder these people had found it necessary to find engineers

to run their machines!



Months slipped by as the ship moved steadily toward the giant planet.

Every piece of equipment seemed to be the answer to perfection. This

voyage had taught them more about mechanics than was covered in a

complete engineering course on earth. It was of a far different kind,

with gravity the basis of all operation. Even the space ship employed

some of the same power, drawn from the nearest heavy body, then

amplified until it reached enormous proportions.[1]



Peter Yarbro was a practical chemist, and spent many hours trying to

analyze the fuel. It was highly inflammable, yet could stand terrific

compression without effect. When it was allowed to expand again, it

reached the flash point immediately, creating enormous amounts of heavy

gas. He believed it might be duplicated from crude oil, properly

refined.



When Dick learned that there was a history of the space ship, in the

metal books, his curiosity was aroused. He could read the language of

the domes slightly, but not enough to study the intricate explanations.

It was through these books that the dome men had learned to control the

ship, and set the course for any desired planet.



Morquil's aid was enlisted, to translate the text, and he learned some

amazing facts. A description of the fuel was given, but the base for

manufacture was unknown, being of natural origin on Jupiter. As Morquil

read farther and explained sections that Dick couldn't understand, the

earthman felt uneasy.



The crew had abandoned all hope of returning to their home planet, the

first time they started from the earth. They didn't understand what it

meant to feel responsible for equipment. They manufactured enough fuel

for two trips, according to the rating of consumption in the books--but

Dick wondered?



The tanks were filled to capacity before the first trip, and hadn't been

tested since. The happy dome people didn't consider that their ancestors

might have been mistaken, or that actual operation might vary from the

original plan.



* * * * *



For the first time in twenty years, the gauges were examined. Barrow and

McCarthy crawled through the dust-coated passage beneath the floor of

the machinery hold. They found a light switch, but the bulbs were so

dust-coated that only a faint glow shed on the surrounding metal. They

sneezed and coughed, as the dust-laden air filled their lungs.



"Darned if you don't get the craziest ideas, Dick. What good will it do

to know how much 'ship juice' there is, anyway? We can't make it! This

hole wasn't built for self-respecting men to crawl through."



"I don't know, John, but this trip may not be as easy as it appears.

They've been driving at full force for months, when it seems to me that

less power might carry us when we're not within the pull of some planet.

I want to make sure that there's plenty of fuel. According to the

books, the designers didn't expect the ship to be driven this hard."



John did a little cussing when they located the gauges, and found them

so thick with grime that they had to be cleaned. He headed back through

the dust for a cloth, with Dick's laugh following. "Alright, alright,

but don't rub it in. Just because you happened to be in front of me, and

there isn't room to pass, don't give you the right to laugh. Some day

you'll be eating your share of dust, and will I laugh! I bet that the

domes are all a mess."



Dick wrote down the reading of each gauge, as John cleaned the surfaces.

He couldn't understand the strange numerals, and had to go over them

with Morquil. Both men breathed a sigh of relief as they crawled back

through the floor of the hold, and dropped the trap door in place.



* * * * *



An hour later Dick began to worry. According to Morquil, the tanks were

less than one-eighth full. The big-headed man had gone over the

figures twice, and was showing signs of agitation as he checked them

again at Barrow's request. When he glanced up, Dick knew there was no

mistake.



"The fuel is low Dick. According to the other trip, the greatest use

of power is at the time we approach the planet, to fight the pull of

gravity. Our trip from earth is only half completed, with the greatest

need of fuel still ahead. You must think my race very stupid not to have

thought of it?"



It took Dick a long time to answer. His mind was searching frantically

for some solution. It was useless to ask help of the crew--they

couldn't even think scientifically!



"No, Morquil. I don't think you're stupid, but I do consider your people

very foolish. From the appearance of things we will never reach the

domes!



"Unless something drastic is accomplished, the ship will smash to pieces

on your planet. You don't know anything about the ship's operation,

and we've only studied it for a short time."



They decided to inform the men immediately but say nothing to the women

for the present. Within an hour of the discovery, Morquil warned the men

at the controls to conserve the power as much as possible.



Every operation of the ship, was dependent on fuel. The generators for

heat, light and controls, were turned by discharge through the tubes. At

least one blast must be fired at all times to keep the controls

sensitized, and develop power for emergency equipment. The other tubes

were silenced.



During the rest migs Dick couldn't sleep, but spent every minute talking

to John McCarthy. There must be some solution--and they had to find

it!



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