OUTSIDE SATURN
By ROBERT ERNEST GILBERT
Illustrated by RICHARD KLUGA
Gangsters were out of date, and the ice-sweeper
was an unlikely thing to steal. But Vicenzo
was a streak, so what else could Henry do?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Infinity January 1958.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
CHAPTER I
Aziz ripped the radio from Henry's spacesuit and carefully resealed the panel. "Dis'll be the weldin' of ya, kid," Aziz said, crinkling his round, sallow face in an attempt to smile. "Yer name'll be in ever' yap—in our orbit, dat is."
"But what—" Henry tried to say.
"No doubt at all," Vicenzo agreed, cleverly shorting Henry's drive tube.