Mr. Meek—Musketeer
By CLIFFORD D. SIMAK
Adventure flamed in Mr. Meek's timorous heart,
the surge of battle and singing blades. And so,
with a rocket-ship for his steed and a ray-gun
for his sword, he sallied forth ... carrying
cavalier justice to the resentful shining stars.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Summer 1944.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Now that he'd done it, Oliver Meek found the thing he'd done hard to explain.
Under the calm, inquiring eyes of Mr. Richard Belmont, president of Lunar Exports, Inc., he stammered a little before he could get started.
"For years," he finally said, "I've been planning a trip...."
"But, Oliver," said Belmont, "we would give you a leave of absence. You'll be back. There's no reason to resign."
Oliver Meek shuffled his feet and looked uncomfortable, a little guilty.