Cargo to Callisto
By JAY B. DREXEL
Four Aarnian criminals—vicious and
deadly—fled silently into the Martian night;
and grimly the Patrol threw out an airtight
dragnet. Nothing human could have escaped ...
but what's human about an Aarnian?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories November 1950.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Sarah emerged from the surface of the Great Canal as sleek and brown as a seal. Laughing and sputtering, she jerked her head once over each round shoulder, parting her soaked hair and revealing her face.
"Try that once again!" she flung at Joe.
Joe Caradac ducked her again, and Kent shouted something from the bank that wasn't quite audible over the squeals and splashes.
"What?" Joe held his wife's head firmly between his knees. "What'd you say, Kent?"
His Senior Intendant's grin widened as he cupped his hands over it to shout again: