Planet of No-Return
By WILBUR S. PEACOCK
The orders were explicit: "Destroy the
'THING' of Venus." But Patrolmen Kerry
Blane and Splinter Wood, their space-ship
wrecked, could not follow orders—their
weapons were useless on the Water-world.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Winter 1942.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Old Kerry Blane exploded.
"Damn it!" he roared. "I don't like you; and I don't like this ship; and I don't like the assignment; and I don't like those infernal pills you keep eating; and I—"
"Splinter" Wood grinned.
"Seems to me, Kerry," he remarked humorously, "that you don't like much of anything!"