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Galaxy, issue 5, December 1938
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8...........................................GALAXY two, he picked up the pillows and the fight was on in earnest. His aim was exceedingly good and in a short time Dick grinned and called off hostilities. Matthews raised his eyebrows questioningly when his friend ran up the white flag. "Ready to quit? You'd get along better if you did'nt try to pick fights with a better man". "Whaddya mean, 'better man', have'nt you made a miscalculation?" "Shut up." Jack retorted rudely. He strode to the food cabinet with the air of a conqueror which faded after a hurried search. Frowning he went through the contents of the cabinet again. Not finding what he sought even after an exhaustive search he turned to his friend who was leaning back in his chair, his look of innocence a little over done. With pretended polite curiosity Matthews asked, "What, no sardines?" "Are'nt they in the cabinet? That't where they were last night." "I know they were in the cabinet last night but they are'nt there now. What did you do with them, you fish filcher?" He advanced upon Sanders. Dick got up and moving with a leisurely pace twoard the door, spoke, "The last I saw of them they were strewing their smelly contents in the vacuum of space. I've got to live too!" Grinning evilly, he darted through the door and bolted it just in time to avoid pursuit and possible man-handling. The fight had been temporarily settled when they reached Io. Dick Sanders had detached the automatic pilot and settled himself in the pilots chair when the signal light flashed on and a buzz told them of someone trying to make contact through the television set. Sanders out of motors and allowed the ship to follow an orbit around Io while he switched on his set. A blue haze spread across the screen, then it cleared showing a white face. A young man with grey eyes and black hair, turned his face slightly side-wise, showing off a classic profile. He was frightened. His eyes were unnaturally distended and his face was tense with fear. He held a television mike in his hand and was droning in
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8...........................................GALAXY two, he picked up the pillows and the fight was on in earnest. His aim was exceedingly good and in a short time Dick grinned and called off hostilities. Matthews raised his eyebrows questioningly when his friend ran up the white flag. "Ready to quit? You'd get along better if you did'nt try to pick fights with a better man". "Whaddya mean, 'better man', have'nt you made a miscalculation?" "Shut up." Jack retorted rudely. He strode to the food cabinet with the air of a conqueror which faded after a hurried search. Frowning he went through the contents of the cabinet again. Not finding what he sought even after an exhaustive search he turned to his friend who was leaning back in his chair, his look of innocence a little over done. With pretended polite curiosity Matthews asked, "What, no sardines?" "Are'nt they in the cabinet? That't where they were last night." "I know they were in the cabinet last night but they are'nt there now. What did you do with them, you fish filcher?" He advanced upon Sanders. Dick got up and moving with a leisurely pace twoard the door, spoke, "The last I saw of them they were strewing their smelly contents in the vacuum of space. I've got to live too!" Grinning evilly, he darted through the door and bolted it just in time to avoid pursuit and possible man-handling. The fight had been temporarily settled when they reached Io. Dick Sanders had detached the automatic pilot and settled himself in the pilots chair when the signal light flashed on and a buzz told them of someone trying to make contact through the television set. Sanders out of motors and allowed the ship to follow an orbit around Io while he switched on his set. A blue haze spread across the screen, then it cleared showing a white face. A young man with grey eyes and black hair, turned his face slightly side-wise, showing off a classic profile. He was frightened. His eyes were unnaturally distended and his face was tense with fear. He held a television mike in his hand and was droning in
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