PLANET OF NO-RETURN
The orders were explicit: “Destroy the ‘THING’ of Venus.” But Patrolmen Kerry Blane and Splinter Wood, their space-ship wrecked, could not follow orders—their weapons were useless on the Water-world.
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OLD KERRY BLANE EXPLODED.
“Damn it!” he roared. “I don’t like you; and I don’t like this ship; and I don’t like the assignment; and I don’t like those infernal pills you keep eating; and I—”
“Splinter” Wood grinned.
“Seems to me, Kerry,” he remarked humorously, “that you don’t like much of anything!”
Kerry Blane growled unintelligibly, batted the injector lever with a calloused hand. His grizzled hair was a stiff wiry mop on his small head, and his oversize jaw was thrust belligerently forward. But deep within his eyes, where he hoped it was hidden,
