They were marooned on Titan, their ship wrecked,
the radio smashed. Yet they had to exist, had
to build a new life on a hostile world. And the
man who assumed command was Gregory Malcolm, the
bespectacled secretary--whose only adventures
had come through the pages of a book.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Spring 1944.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Sparks snapped off the switches and followed him to the door of the
radio turret. Sparks was a stunted, usually-grinning, little redhead
named Hannigan. But he wasn't grinning now. He laid an anxious hand on
Greg's arm. "If I was you," he said, "if I was you, Malcolm, I don't
think I'd say nothing to the boss about this. Not just yet, anyhow."