Brigands of the Moon

my hand on her arm, that vast realm of what might be for us, like the glimpse of a magic land of

The Planetara carried only a half-dozen of the heat-ray projectors, no long range weapons, a few side arms, and som

not sure. He had not thought that our plan to stop at the Moon could affect this outward voyage. He had thought that any da

I chatted with George Prince. He seemed a gay, pleasant young man. I could almost have fancied I liked him. Or was it because he

Or was he a very clever scoundrel, with irony lurking i

aljan. You interest

he saturnine Ob Hahn, with whom pres

he cage. The incident had been the subject of discussion all afternoon. Captain Carter had posted a notice to the effe

t room, where we were to meet with Captain Carter and the other officers. The passengers had n

rid of the floor echoed our footsteps. Snap was in advance of me. His body suddenly rose in the air. He went

n the i

board, were being tampered with! For just this instant, this particular small section of this corridor had been cut off. The slight bulk of the Planetara, floating in space, had no appreciable g

ever went wrong by acc

ls stood neglected. A score of dials and switches were here, governing the magnetism o

In the silence and dim, lurid glow of the fluorescent tubes, w

d. A brawny fellow. We had him revived in a few moments. A broadc

s the

tic switches. Evidently unfamiliar with them-pulling one or anoth

he episode, save a lump on the head by an invisible assailant. We left him nursing his head,

ws it. I'll stick it out now, but when we get back home I'm

e to plan something at this chart room conference. This

passenger quarters a scream rang out! A girl's shuddering, gasping scream. Terror in it. Horror. Or a scream of agony. In the sil

ples and rushing like ice thro

it