<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></SPAN>CHAPTER XIX</h2>
<h3>The Return to Earth</h3>
<p>DuQuesne's first act upon gaining the privacy of
his own cabin was to open the leather bag presented
to him by the Karfedix. He expected to find
it filled with rare metals, with perhaps some jewels,
instead of which the only metal present was a heavily-insulated
tube containing a full pound of metallic radium.
The least valuable items in the bag were scores
of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds of enormous size
and of flawless perfection. Merely ornamental glass
upon Osnome, Dunark knew that they were priceless
upon Earth, and had acted accordingly. To this great
wealth of known gems, he had added a rich and varied
assortment of the rare and strange jewels peculiar to
his own world, the faidon alone being omitted from the
collection. DuQuesne's habitual calmness of mind almost
deserted him as he classified the contents of the
bag.</p>
<p>The radium alone was worth millions of dollars, and
the scientist in him exulted that at last his brother scientists
should have ample supplies of that priceless metal
with which to work, even while he was rejoicing in the
price he would exact for it. He took out the familiar
jewels, estimating their value as he counted them—a
staggering total. The bag was still half full of the
strange gems, some of them glowing like miniature
lamps in the dark depths, and he made no effort to
appraise them. He knew that once any competent
jeweler had compared their cold, hard, scintillating
beauty with that of any Earthly gems, he could demand
his own price.</p>
<p>"At last," he breathed to himself, "I will be what
I have always longed to be—a money power. Now I
can cut loose from that gang of crooks and go my
own way."</p>
<p>He replaced the gems and the tube of radium in the
bag, which he stowed away in one of his capacious
pockets, and made his way to the galley.</p>
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<p>The return voyage through space was uneventful,
the Skylark constantly maintaining the same velocity
with which she had started out. Several times, as
the days wore on, she came within the zone of attraction
of various gigantic suns, but the pilot had learned
his lesson. He kept a vigilant eye upon the bar, and at
the first sign of a deviation from the perpendicular he
steered away, far from the source of the attraction.
Not content with these precautions, the man at the<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_636" id="Page_636"></SPAN></span>
board would, from time to time, shut off the power,
to make sure that the space-car was not falling toward
a body directly in its line of flight.</p>
<p>When half the distance had been covered, the bar
was reversed, the travelers holding an impromptu ceremony
as the great vessel spun around its center through
an angle of one hundred and eighty degrees. A few days
later the observers began to recognize some of the fixed
stars in familiar constellations and knew that the yellowish-white
star directly in their line of flight was the
sun of their own solar system. After a time they saw
that their course, instead of being directly toward that
rapidly-brightening star, was bearing upon a barely
visible star a little to one side of it. Pointing their
most powerful telescope toward that point of light,
Crane made out a planet, half of its disk shining
brightly. The girls hastened to peer through the telescope,
and they grew excited as they made out the
familiar outlines of the continents and oceans upon the
lighted portion of the disk.</p>
<p>It was not long until these outlines were plainly
visible to the unaided vision. The Earth appeared as
a great, softly shining, greenish half-moon, with parts
of its surface obscured by fleecy wisps of cloud, and
with its two gleaming ice-caps making of its poles two
brilliant areas of white. The returning wanderers
stared at their own world with their hearts in their
throats as Crane, who was at the board, increased the
retarding force sufficiently to assure himself that they
would not be traveling too fast to land upon the Earth.</p>
<p>After Dorothy and Margaret had gone to prepare
a meal, DuQuesne turned to Seaton.</p>
<p>"Have you gentlemen decided what you intend to
do with me?"</p>
<p>"No. We haven't discussed it yet. I can't make
up my own mind what I want to do to you, except that
I sure would like to get you inside a square ring with
four-ounce gloves on. You have been of too much
real assistance on this trip for us to see you hanged, as
you deserve. On the other hand, you are altogether
too much of a thorough-going scoundrel for us to let
you go free. You see the fix we are in. What would
you suggest?"</p>
<p>"Nothing," replied DuQuesne calmly. "As I am in
no danger whatever of hanging, nothing you can say
on that score affects me in the least. As for freeing
me, you may do as you please—it makes no difference
to me, one way or the other, as no jail can hold me for
a day. I can say, however, that while I have made a
fortune on this trip, so that I do not have to associate
further with Steel unless it is to my interest to do so,
I may nevertheless find it desirable at some future
time to establish a monopoly of X. That would, of
course, necessitate the death of yourself and Crane.
In that event, or in case any other difference should
arise between us, this whole affair will be as though it
had never existed. It will have no weight either way,
whether or not you try to hang me."</p>
<p>"Go as far as you like," Seaton answered cheerfully.
"If we're not a match for you and your gang, on foot
or in the air, in body or in mind, we'll deserve whatever
we get. We can outrun you, outjump you, throw
you down, or lick you; we can run faster, hit harder,
dive deeper, and come up dryer, than you can. We'll
play any game you want to deal, whenever you want
to deal it; for fun, money, chalk, or marbles."</p>
<p>His brow darkened in anger as a thought struck
him, and the steady gray eyes bored into the unflinching
black ones as he continued, with no trace of his
former levity in his voice:</p>
<p>"But listen to this. Anything goes as far as Martin
and I personally are concerned. But I want you to
know that I could be arrested for what I think of you
as a man; and if any of your little schemes touch Dottie
or Peggy in any way, shape or form, I'll kill you
as I would a snake—or rather, I'll take you apart
as I would any other piece of scientific apparatus. This
isn't a threat, it's a promise. Get me?"</p>
<p>"Perfectly. Good-night."</p>
<p>For many hours the Earth had been obscured by
clouds, so that the pilot had only a general idea of what
part of the world was beneath them, but as they
dropped rapidly downward into the twilight zone, the
clouds parted and they saw that they were directly over
the Panama Canal. Seaton allowed the Skylark to
fall to within ten miles of the ground, when he stopped
so that Martin could get his bearings and calculate the
course to Washington, which would be in total darkness
before their arrival.</p>
<p>DuQuesne had retired, cold and reticent as usual.
Glancing quickly about his cabin to make sure that he
had overlooked nothing he could take with him, he
opened a locker, exposing to view four suits which he
had made in his spare time, each adapted to a particular
method of escape from the Skylark. The one he
selected was of heavy canvas, braced with steel netting,
equipped with helmet and air-tanks, and attached to
a strong, heavy parachute. He put it on, tested all its
parts, and made his way unobserved to one of the doors
in the lower part of the vessel. Thus, when the chance
for escape came, he was ready for it. As the Skylark
paused over the Isthmus, his lips parted in a sardonic
smile. He opened the door and stepped out into the
air, closing the door behind him as he fell. The neutral
color of the parachute was lost in the gathering twilight
a few seconds after he left the vessel.</p>
<p>The course laid, Seaton turned almost due north
and the Skylark tore through the air. After a short
time, when half the ground had been covered, Seaton
spoke suddenly.</p>
<p>"Forgot about DuQuesne, Mart. We'd better iron
him, hadn't we? Then we'll decide whether we want
to keep him or turn him loose."</p>
<p>"I will go fetch him," replied Crane, and turned to
the stairs.</p>
<p>He returned shortly, with the news of the flight of
the captive.</p>
<p>"Hm ... he must have made himself a parachute.
I didn't think even he would tackle a sixty-thousand-foot
drop. I'll tell the world that he sure has established
a record. I can't say I'm sorry that he got
away, though. We can get him again any time we
want him, anyway, as that little object-compass in my<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_641" id="Page_641"></SPAN></span>
drawer is still looking right at him," said Seaton.</p>
<p>"I think he earned his liberty," declared Dorothy,
stoutly, and Margaret added:</p>
<p>"He deserves to be shot, but I'm glad he's gone.
He gives me the shivers."</p>
<p>At the end of the calculated time they saw the lights
of a large city beneath them, and Crane's fingers
clenched upon Seaton's arm as he pointed downward.
There were the landing-lights of Crane Field, seven
peculiarly-arranged searchlights throwing their mighty
beams upward into the night.</p>
<p>"Nine weeks, Dick," he said, unsteadily, "and Shiro
would have kept them burning nine years if necessary."</p>
<p>The Skylark dropped easily to the ground in front
of the testing shed and the wanderers leaped out, to
be greeted by the half-hysterical Jap. Shiro's ready
vocabulary of peculiar but sonorous words failed him
completely, and he bent himself double in a bow, his
yellow face wreathed in the widest possible smile.
Crane, one arm around his wife, seized Shiro's hand
and wrung it in silence. Seaton swept Dorothy off
her feet, pressing her slender form against his powerful
body. Her arms tightened about his neck as they kissed
each other fervently and he whispered in her ear:</p>
<p>"Sweetheart wife, isn't it great to be back on our
good old Earth again?"</p>
<h4>THE END</h4>
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