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Galaxy, issue 5, December 1938
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....................................... GALAXY Deciding, about this time, that he was traveling much too slow for the bearer of good tidings, he broke into a run and dashed into his room, stumbling over jack who was on his hands and knees, hunting for a spring that had popped out of his fun just as he was putting it away. Muttering savagely about springs, guns, and people who were so blind as not to see one hundred and sixty pounds of man, he clasped one of Sanders' legs to his bosom with the result of a struggling mass of arms, legs, and various other parts of anatomy which finally resolved into two seperate entities who glared at each other with murderous ferocity in their eyes. Dich Sanders spoke first. "Just for that, you lug, I've a notion to let you stay here and do guard duty for Lieutenant Croston for the rest of your life." Matthews scoffed, "Just as if you could help it!" "That's what you think." Sanders pulled himself up on the bunk and sat there rolling a cigarette. "The Old Man's just given me a special assignment to catch some drug smugglers." And he told the fact of the robbery. "We got to pack our duds, buckle on our guns and zip." A rejuvenated Jack and an ambitious Dick piloted the ship from the Interplanetary Patrol deck. The trip was long and monotonous. At the end of a week they were within thirty hours of Io. Dich switched on the automatic pilot and suggested a game of chess. The point was long passed when they relied upon the Goddess of Chance to decide their fames for them. "Hey, mut! That's my queen!" Expostulated Matthews after Sanders had won eight games in succession. "It is'nt, Sanders protested veheminently. Matthew gave a disgusted snort and upset the board. He picked up the worn and battered copy of Solor Love Stories and settled himself comfortably on his bunk to reda, for somewhere near the one hundredth time, the feature story, Venusian Madness. Dick Sanders grinned and turned to the
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....................................... GALAXY Deciding, about this time, that he was traveling much too slow for the bearer of good tidings, he broke into a run and dashed into his room, stumbling over jack who was on his hands and knees, hunting for a spring that had popped out of his fun just as he was putting it away. Muttering savagely about springs, guns, and people who were so blind as not to see one hundred and sixty pounds of man, he clasped one of Sanders' legs to his bosom with the result of a struggling mass of arms, legs, and various other parts of anatomy which finally resolved into two seperate entities who glared at each other with murderous ferocity in their eyes. Dich Sanders spoke first. "Just for that, you lug, I've a notion to let you stay here and do guard duty for Lieutenant Croston for the rest of your life." Matthews scoffed, "Just as if you could help it!" "That's what you think." Sanders pulled himself up on the bunk and sat there rolling a cigarette. "The Old Man's just given me a special assignment to catch some drug smugglers." And he told the fact of the robbery. "We got to pack our duds, buckle on our guns and zip." A rejuvenated Jack and an ambitious Dick piloted the ship from the Interplanetary Patrol deck. The trip was long and monotonous. At the end of a week they were within thirty hours of Io. Dich switched on the automatic pilot and suggested a game of chess. The point was long passed when they relied upon the Goddess of Chance to decide their fames for them. "Hey, mut! That's my queen!" Expostulated Matthews after Sanders had won eight games in succession. "It is'nt, Sanders protested veheminently. Matthew gave a disgusted snort and upset the board. He picked up the worn and battered copy of Solor Love Stories and settled himself comfortably on his bunk to reda, for somewhere near the one hundredth time, the feature story, Venusian Madness. Dick Sanders grinned and turned to the
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