QUEST ON IO
By ROBERT MOORE WILLIAMS
Radium-seeking Andy Horn and his talking
honey-bear believed they were alone on
Jupiter's bleak satellite. Then out of
nowhere dropped the space-girl trailing
a fateful comet of piracy and death.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Fall 1940.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
"Os—car"
Assistant Navigator Andy Horn cocked an attentive ear and listened for an answer, but only the soft eternal moan of Io's restless winds came to his straining ears.
"Dern that perfidious imp of Satan to hell and gone and back again," he muttered, stretching his red neck out like a turkey gobbler and squawking again.
"Os—car.... Dern your flea-bitten hide. You better turn up."