NOW, THE TWO OF THEM rode the pounding jets of a DX cruiser, bound for Venus to make a personal survey of its floating islands for the Interplanetary Squadron’s Medical Division.
“Ten to one we don’t get back!” Splinter said pessimistically.
Kerry Blane scrubbed out his cigarette, scowled bleakly at the instrument panel. He sensed the faint thread of fear in the youngster’s tone, and a nostalgic twinge touched his heart, for he was remembering the days of his youth when he had a full life to look forward to.
“If you’re afraid, you can get out and walk back,” he snapped disagreeably.
A grin lifted the corners of Splinter’s long mouth, spread into his eyes. His hand unconsciously came up, touched the tiny squadron pin on his lapel.
“Sorry to disappoint you, glory grabber,” he said mocki
