THE THOUGHT-MEN OF MERCURY
By R. R. WINTERBOTHAM
Hall and Upjohn had to escape from
that "No-man's-land" on Mercury. But
to form a plan, they had to think—and
their captors could read minds.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Fall 1942.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
It was neither night nor day, but a sort of nether world of twilight. The huge fern-like plants, flashing phosphorescence under the green corona light, seemed to close in after Cappy Upjohn and Terry Hall like prison bars in the windows of a dungeon.
Cappy, who was leading the way, paused and waited for Terry. As the huge, leonine man turned, his lips curled into a taunting smile.
Terry's eyes moved from side to side, watching the weird shadows, dodging the sweep of the giant ferns as they moved in the wind.
"Scared!" Cappy ridiculed.