More feared than the deadly green snakes,
the hideous red beetles of that outpost of
Earth Empire, was the winged dragon-queen
of Jupiter and her white Legions of Doom.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Summer 1941.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Tex stirred uneasily where he lay on the parapet, staring into the
heavy, Jupiterian fog. The greasy moisture ran down the fort wall,
lay rank on his lips. With a sigh for the hot, dry air of Texas, and
a curse for the adventure-thirst that made him leave it, he shifted
his short, steel-hard body and wrinkled his sandy-red brows in the
never-ending effort to see.