"Yeah? Maybe if we head the other way, they'll let us go, and give us a chance to locate a hideout someplace and work on picking up recruits."
"We got to work closer than this if we want to bring over any new men. I tried to make contact just now; too much interference. I couldn't do it."
"Looky there! What in tarnation's that?" an excited voice broke in. I switched focus to the rocky plain, saw a column of fountaining dust race toward our position from the northeast.
"It's a subcrustal torpedo!" a heavily Scots-accented voice yelled out. "Aye, and it's driving straight for us!"
"Good night, Jones! We got to roll out-fast!"
"We'll split four ways!" I snapped. "Joel, take the north column; Doubtsby, the south; Bermuez, the east. I'll head west. It can only track one of us!"
"Why not every man for himself?" someone yelled, even as the Brigade swung into action.
"And hit the enemy line single-handed? We'd melt like snowflakes on a hot plate!"
"Now we will strike as the lion charges," a Zulu warrior chanted. "Our spears of fire will eat them up! Bayete! Swift are we as the water-buck and mighty as the elephant!"
Then I was hurtling toward the massed Brigades of the aliens, my forty-four armored fighters in an assault wedge behind me.
The planet had set, and I rested with the remnant of my detachment in a narrow ravine, watching the flash of distant fire against the glitter of the black sky.
"I spoke wi' Bermuez but now," my Elizabethan comrade said. "His bullies are hard-pressed. Can't we to their relief, an't please ye, milord?"
"Sorry, Thomas; our job is to survive, as long as we can, and go on fighting."
"Where will't end? Stap me, 'tis as strange a maze as ever mortal man did tread!"
"I don't know; but as long as we're alive-and free-there's still a chance."
"The rogues o'ernumber us a thousand to our one; we'll but drown in a sea of 'em."
"Hold hard, there, mates," a Yankee seaman cut in. "Time to wear ship again, 'pears to me! Here comes Ben splittin' his skys'ls!"
I felt the vibration transmitted through the rock by hammering treads as the returning scout descended from the heights. He careened into view in the narrow way, braked to a halt in a shower of rock-chips.
"It's like you thought, Cap'n: we're flanked left and right-surrounded again," the Confederate cavalaryman reported. "The other boys ain't much better off. Doubtsby's in a running fight to the southwest of us; he's lost fourteen men, and they're pushin' him hard. He's managed to pick up six recruits, but got no time to brief 'em. Joel's holed up in a small crater twenty mile north o' here; only twenty of his party got through, but he's picked up a bunch of new men, and he's freein' 'em as fast as he can. Bermuez is in trouble; he's surrounded, and takin' a poundin'; dunno how many he's lost."
"What are our chances of picking off some new men from here?"
"Too fur, Cap'n. I tried from the highest spot I could get to, and couldn't poke through the noise. The enemy's clamped down some kind o' rule agin' talkin', too; I think they're catchin' on that we been hearin' everythin' they say."
"What's the country like to the west of here, Ben?"
"Flat, mostly; a few bad draws. But they's heavy enemy concentration thataway."
My shrunken force of thirty units listened silently to the scout's report.
"We're losin'," someone said.
"The dropsy drown the hagseed," Thomas growled. "The devil take 'em by inchmeal."
I called for their attention. "So far we've had the advantage of surprise," I said. "We've hit and run, done the unexpected; they've milled around us like a herd of buffalo. We've managed to slice through them, pick off a few isolated units, capture a few more. But the honeymoon is about over. They're standing off out of take-over range, and they've imposed communications silence, so we don't know what they're planning. They've caught onto the idea of flexible retreat before an inferior force, and they've contained two of our four detachments; three, if you count us. And it looks as though Doubtsby's not much better off."
"Like I said: we're losin'."
"Will we huddle here to be burned in our hall like Eric's men?" Aethelbert boomed. "Is this the tenth deed I'll relate to Thor in his mead-hall in Asgard?"
"We got to bust out of here," a Sixth Armored man said. "And fast, what I mean."
"We can keep hitting and running-and lose a few men each time," I went on. "In the end we'll be wiped out."
"In the name of the One God, let us carry the fight to the legions of Shaitan!"
"For the honor of the gods, I say attack!"
"We'll attack, but it will be a feint. Thomas, you'll take twenty-seven units, and move out to the south. Don't close; cruise their line at extreme range, as though you were looking for a weak spot. Put two of your best probemen on scan for recruits; you may be able to pick off a unit here and there. Keep up defensive fire only; if you draw out a pursuit column, fall back on this position, and try to capture them."
"Twenty-seven units say ye, sir? What of the others?"
"I'm taking two men. When you reach a point close to a two-seven-oh heading from here-turn and hit their line with everything you've got. That will be my signal to move out."
"Wi' two men only? By'r lakin, they'll trounce ye like a stockfish!"
"We'll come out with screens down, ports closed, and mingle with the enemy. In the confusion, I'm counting on their assuming we're loyal slaves. As soon as you see we're in their lines, turn and run for it. Keep them busy. With luck, we'll get through."
"And where would you be goin'?" an Irish voice demanded.
"Their headquarters is about twelve miles west of here. I'm going to try to reach it."
"And what will you do when you get there? I see no-"
"Avaunt, ye pied ninny! Would ye doubt our captain's wit?"
"Not I! But-"
"Then let be! Aye, Captain! We'll bear up and board 'em. We'll do our appointed office for stale, and putter out at three for one ye'll treble us o'er."
"To which of us falls the honor of your escort?" someone called.
A vast machine rumbled forward. "Who would take Aethelbert's place will fight for it!"
"Ye wouldn't think of tryin' it without me, Cap'n?" the scout Ben called.
"Ben and Aethelbert it is," I said. "Thomas, are you ready?"
"We'll go upright wi' our carriage, fear not, Cap'n! Now we'll avoid i' the instant."
"All right," I said. "Good luck to all of us; we'll need it."
With my two companions beside me, I waited at the south end of the ravine, watching the distant dust cloud that was Thomas' force as it raced across the starlit desert, the flickering of enemy guns lighting the scene with a winking radiance of blue and red and white.
"He'll be turning to hit them any minute," I said. "Remember the drilclass="underline" communications silence, screens down, ports closed. If we're fired on, take evasive action, but don't return it."
"Hard will it be, and never gleeman's joywood will sing the deed," Aethelbert muttered. "By Odin's tree, the way of the hero is no easy one."
"Oh-oh," Ben said. "There they go!"
I saw the dust trail turn, drive for the massed loyalist units; the glow of gunfire brightened, concentrating. There was a general movement along the alien line as the forward ranks thrust out in flanking arms to enclose the attackers.