"Troubles never come singly!” exclaimed the master of the Ring." Here we are, going we don’t know where, gravitating around the moon, perhaps, and our fuel giving out! We’ve got to get a fresh cylinder into the tractor to get back, and it will be bad business making the change in space. We ought to land and make re-
pairs and get a fresh start with new bearings.”
"Land?” gasped Rhoda, in astonishment. "Where?”
"On the moon, of course. It’s only ten thousand miles away, and we’re headed straight for her, apparently. Turn her over again, Burke, and we’ll slow down. It’s going to be ticklish business, but I don't see what else we can do. We may go to smash and we may not. It all depends on whether we have time to overcome our
velocity before we get there. We could slue off and run by, of
course, but our uranium might give out, and then what should we
do? Anyhow, there’s no time to be lost.”
Yet, accustomed as Rhoda now was to supernormal situations and surroundings, Bennie’s practical suggestion of landing on the moon, which, after all, was the one celestial body with which they were at all familiar, seemed utterly inconceivable of execution. "The moon!” she repeated vaguely. "The moon!”
She had seen the moon off and on with the greatest regularity for nearly thirty years—had photographed it, drawn pictures of it, made calculations about it, and read all sorts of fanciful yarns concerning it and its imaginary inhabitants. She really knew a good deal about it and could call some of its mountains and dried-up seas by name - Copernicus, for instance, and Tycho—but she had never taken it seriously—had regarded it rather as a sort of stage-
setting for the earth. Thus, when Bennie proposed, almost casually, to set foot on what had hitherto been nothing more than an abstraction or figure of speech, it left her uncomprehending. She had always associated the moon with harvest-fields, straw-rides, weddings, and green cheese. There was a "man in the moon,” a "lady in the moon” and "two children carrying a pail” up there—in it. That was the moon of her childhood and when she was "off duty”— the real moon. The other one—the imaginary moon, far less real in every respect—was the one she knew in her work—a dead world of pitted craters, dry oceans, marked with strange, shining furrows and concentric circles, just so many thousand miles from the earth and having regular habits that could be absolutely relied upon. That was not the real moon at all. The genuine moon, as far as she was concerned, was the old-fashioned one—that cast its yellow light over pumpkin-sprinkled fields and down leafy lanes, or rose like a huge red lantern out of a sparkling blue-black ocean. The real moon signified coon-hunting, fried chicken, banjos, and "Merrily We Roll Along.” The imaginary moon meant the "Mappa Seleno-graphica,” by Beer and Madler.
”The moon!” she murmured again.
"Yes,” remarked Bennie curtly; "the moon—that moon right up there”—he glanced up and wrinkled his forehead—"that ought to be there, I mean! Say, there’s something queer about all this! Hard alee, Burke! Steer for the moon!”
The aviator pressed his control-Iever, and once more the moon floated overhead into their field of vision. But what a moon! Twenty four times her usual diameter—her circular craters plainly visible to the naked eye, her physical configuration seemingly becom-
ing more and more distinct each moment.
"But can we land?" protested the girl, reawakening to the perils of their position. "Suppose we can find no suitable spot—particularly with our machinery out of control? There will be no landing stage..."
"We must land!" he interrupted fiercely. "What’s more, we’ve got to turn the Ring upside down so as to land right side up. It’s going to be ticklish business, because we must bring our machine to rest within a hundred miles or so of the lunar surface, and we’re traveling more than ten miles a second at the present moment."
"But how can you turn the Ring upside down away out here in space?" she expostulated.
"By slanting the tractor at its maximum angle," he answered. "Since there is little gravitational force acting on us now, the Ring will then rotate around its center of inertia and bring the moon below us. We can then straighten out the tractor and use its full force to slow down our velocity. As soon as we get within striking-distance of the moon, we will reduce our power and come down by gravitational force."
"Have you ever—tried this—turning-maneuver?’’ she asked hesitatingly.
"No; we never have. But we ought to be able to do it—we must do it! Atterbury, throw on your full power; and get ready, Burke, to put her over! Hang on to the ropes, Rhoda, or you may get dizzy! As soon as the tractor starts, we’ll get back our weight and have a firm footing again."
Rhoda took one last look at the moon blazing out of the darkness of the sky overhead, grasped two of the clothes-lines, and closed her eyes. Again the Ring vibrated to the whir of its propelling engines. Burke threw over the control-lever as far as it would go; the helium ray slanted off until it almost grazed the inner surface of the Ring, and slowly the great machine turned over in space, Bennie, with his face glued to the deadlight in the floor, watched the moon glide gradually into his field of view, and when it was directly beneath them, he shouted to Burke to straighten the tractor. Again the ray swung into the center of the Ring, and they felt the pressure of the floor against their feet.
Crowded about the deadlight, the passengers watched intently the enormous yellow globe beneath them steadily increasing in diameter. In twenty minutes, it filled half their field of vision; ten more, and its rim was lost to them. They were settling down upon the moon!
Directly below lay the huge circular crater of Copernicus, frosty in the sun’s light, brilliant streaks radiating from its cone. Inside the circumference of the extinct volcano, and parallel to it, was a smaller crater, at the bottom of which glowed several dazzling points, which Rhoda knew must be other cones. To the south stretched away vast grayish-yellow, lava-strewn plains. Elsewhere, over the visible surface of the moon, were distributed continents of highly irregular formation, with strangely indented coast-
lines, rivaling in their conformation those of Norway and Sweden. Concentric circles of great mountains marked both the northern and southern hemispheres, most of them craters of extinct volcanoes, and each glowing with its own individual color or radiation. Here rose a sparkling white point of light, Mount Eratosthenes; there, Mount Gay-Lussac; beyond, Mount Philolaus, and, to the south, Doerfel, Leibnitz, and that most splendid of lunar glories, Tycho, plainly visible in its dazzling beauty to the naked eyes of the inhabitants of the earth.
The predominating color both of these craters and of the dead seas, or plains, surrounding them seemed to be gray mixed with green or brown, but, here and there, certain of them shone with a bluish tint, while others glowed with a well-defined red or green. The great crater of Copernicus steadily increased in size until Bennie estimated that they were less than two thousand miles above it. The lunar surface was still coming up toward them at an appalling velocity, and Bennie began to have misgivings about their ability to stop in time.
"If we can't stop her, we're done for," he said. "We ought to have reversed sooner. I thought we were going to run by the moon, but we were evidently pointed directly toward it."
You forgot the moon's orbital motion, I think," put in Rhoda. It got in our way, that's all."
"It's too late to do anything now," said Bennie. "We're too near to swerve off and run by." He looked at his watch. "If the tractor is delivering its full power and runs for five minutes more, we ought to be all right, but it's going to be a narrow squeak."