By Charles W. Diffin
ow that's a mighty queer noise." Jerry Foster told himself. He dropped the pack from his shoulders and leaned closer to the canyon rim.
Through infinite deeps of space Jerry Foster hurtles to the Moon—only to be trapped by a barbaric race and offered as a living sacrifice to Oong, their loathsome, hypnotic god.
Miles behind him was the last beaten trail: Jerry wanted peace and solitude and quiet. And now the quiet of the silent mountains was disturbed.
From far below came a steady, muffled roar. Faint it was, and distant, but peculiar in its unvarying, unceasing rush.
"Not water," Jerry concluded; "not enough down there. Sounds like—like a wind—like a wind that can't quit.