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Updated: May 24, 2025
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.
Twice more his ray-gun spoke, and then the goal, the entrance to the central laboratory, was just ahead. Carse glanced back. "Yes, suh!" a fierce voice yelled out to him. "Coming!" Friday was bringing up the rear as fast as he could.
Carse pushed to his feet, his deadly fighting smile on his face, a ray-gun in his hand. He stooped and picked up another. "Get to the Master!" roared Friday, an ebon god of war between two futilely attacking bodies. "I'm followin'!" In those red seconds, ultimate success was still too impossible a thing to even hope for. But they would at least try, then die like the men they were.
Your so justly famed speed on the draw might possibly overcome this advantage" he raised his ray-gun slightly "and, though I know you would not kill me save in the direst emergency, since you wish to take me a living prisoner I would find it most distressing to have to carry for the rest of my life a flaw on my body.
There was all grace in his posture, in the easy angle at which one arm rested against the side bulkhead, in the casual way in which he held the ray-gun that bored straight at Carse. Height and strength he had, and a perfectly proportioned figure. Beauty, too, of face, with skin of clearest saffron, soft, sensitive mouth and ascetic cheeks.
Ahead, an isuan-maddened Earthling fell foul of a Venusian; a circle cleared in the mob, a ray-gun spat and missed, and the Venusian closed, the gleam of a skewer-blade playing around him. This was combat; this was interesting; but none of the squad's five men gave the fight a glance, or even turned his head when, as they passed, the butchered Earthling coughed out his life.
Several times the firing became so heavy that the cadet was forced to remain still on the ground while rifle and ray-gun fire crackled over his head. He made it finally, several Marines coming out to help him over the top of the barrier. Gasping for breath, the big cadet asked to see the commanding officer. A grimy, tired-looking officer turned and walked over to the cadet. "Astro!"
"Give the recognition." "The insignia of Dr. Ku Sui?" "Yes. It is " Carse's ray-gun prodded the stomach of the sweating Sako. "An asteroid," he said hastily, "in the center of a circle of the ten planets." The unseen speaker was quiet. Evidently he was conferring with someone else, probably Ku Sui. "All right," his toneless voice came back at last.
Just the way I feel about you passenger gents who don't know a rocket tube from a ray-gun nozzle." "Look, Manning," returned James. "No need to get sore, just because you couldn't do any better than the Space Cadets." "Blast off," shouted Roger, "before I fuse your jets." Tom spoke up. "I think you'd better go, Captain." "I've got six men outside," sneered the other. "I'll go when I'm ready."
It was a dead voice, toneless, emotionless, mechanical. "Are you there, Judd?" it went on, over and over. "The mike switch, Friday," the Hawk said, and then was at Sako's side, his ray-gun transfixing the man with its threatening angle. "Play your part well," was the whisper from his lips. The switch went over with a click. Trembling, Sako faced the microphone. "This is Sako," he said.
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