Chapter 1: Off to the Rendezvous

Though it is seldom nowadays that Earthmen hear mention of Hawk Carse, there are still places in the universe where his name retains all its old magic. These are the lonely outposts of the farthest planets, and here when the outlanders gather to yarn the idle hours away their tales conjure up from the past that raw, lusty period before the patrol-ships came, and the slender adventurer, gray-eyed and with queer bangs of hair obscuring his forehead, whose steely will, phenomenal ray-gun draw and reckless space-ship maneuverings combined to make him the period’s most colorful figure. These qualities of his live again in the outlanders’ reminiscences and also of course his score of blood-feuds and the one great feud that shook whole worlds in its final terrible settling--the feud of Hawk Carse and Dr. Ku Sui.

Again and again the paths of the adventurer and the sinister, brilliant Eurasian crossed, and each crossing makes a rich tale. Time after time Ku Sui, through his several bands of space-pirates, his individual agents and his ambitious web of power insidiously weaving over the universe, whipped his tentacles after the Hawk, and always the tentacles coiled back, repulsed and bloody. An almost typical episode is in the affair which followed what has been called the Exploit of the Hawk and the Kite.

It will be remembered--as related in “Hawk Carse”[1]--that Dr. Ku laid a most ingenious trap for Carse on the latter’s ranch on Iapetus, eighth satellite of Saturn. Judd the Kite, pirate and scavenger, was the Eurasian’s tool in this plot, which started with a raid on the ranch. The fracas which followed the Hawk’s escape from the trap was bloody and grim enough, and resulted in the erasure of Judd and all his men save one; but the important thing to the following affair was that Judd’s ship, the Scorpion, fell into Carse’s hands with one prisoner and the ship’s log, containing the space coordinates for a prearranged assignation of Judd with Ku Sui.

[1] See the November, 1931, issue of Astounding Stories.

All other projects were postponed by the Hawk at this opportunity to meet Dr. Ku face to face. The trail of the Eurasian was the guiding trail of his life, and swiftly he moved along it.

There was work to be done before he could set out. Three men had emerged alive from the clash between the Hawk and the Kite: Carse himself, Friday, his gigantic negro companion in adventure, and a bearded half-caste called Sako, sole survivor of Judd’s crew. Aided sullenly by this man, they first cleaned up the ravaged ranch, burying the bodies of the dead, repairing fences and generally bringing order out of confusion. Then, under Carse’s instructions, Friday and the captive brigand tooled the adventurer’s own ship, the Star Devil, well into the near-by jungle, while the Hawk returned to the Scorpion.

He went into her control cabin, opened her log book and once more scanned what interested him there. The notation ran:

“E.D. (Earth Date) 16 January, E.T. (Earth Time) 2:40 P.M. Meeting

ordered by Ku Sui, for purpose of delivering the skeleton and

clothing of Carse to him, at N.S. (New System) X-33.7; Y-241.3;

Z-92.8 on E.D. 24 January, E.T. 10:20 P.M. Note: the ship is to

stand by at complete stop, the radio’s receiver open to Ku Sui’s

private wave (D37, X1293, R3) for further instructions.”

He mulled over it, slowly stroking his flaxen bangs. It was a chance, and a good one. Judd’s ship would keep that rendezvous, but it would sheathe the talons of the Hawk. This time a trap would be laid for Ku Sui.

The plan was simple enough, on the face of it, but the Eurasian was a master of cunning as well as a master of science, and high peril attended any matching of wits with him. Carse closed the log, his face bleak, his mind made up. A shuffle of feet brought his gaze up to the port-lock entrance.

Friday, stripped to shorts, a sweat-glistening ebony giant, stood there. Shaking the drops of steaming perspiration from his face, he reported:

“All finished, suh--got the Star Devil in the jungle where you said to hide her. An’ now what? You still figurin’ on keepin’ that date with Dr. Ku in this ship?”

Carse nodded, absently.

“Then where’ll we pick up a crew, suh? Porno? It’s the nearest port, I reckon.”

“I’m not taking any crew, Eclipse.”

Friday gaped in surprise at his master, then found words:

“No crew, suh? Against Ku Sui? We’ll be throwin’ our lives--”

“I’ve lost enough men in the last two days,” Carse cut in shortly. “And this meeting with Dr. Ku is a highly personal affair. You and I and Sako can run the ship; we’ve got to.” One of the man’s rare smiles relaxed his face. “Of course,” he murmured, “I’m risking your life, Eclipse. Perhaps I’d better leave you somewhere?”

“Say!” bellowed the negro indignantly.

The Hawk’s smile broadened at the spontaneous exclamation of loyalty.

“Very well, then,” he said. “Now send Sako to me, and prepare ship for casting off.”

But as Friday went aft on a final thorough inspection of all mechanisms, he muttered over and over, “Two of us--against Ku Sui! Two of us!” and he was still very much disturbed when, after Carse had had a few crisp words with the captive Sako, telling him that he would be free but watched and that it would be wise if he confined himself to his duties, the order came through to the engine room: