Helpless, doomed, into the graveyardof space floats the wreckedfreighter Pallas.
in their tanks?" Kent asked. Krell shook his head.
"We've searched through the wreck-pack a good bit, but never bothered about fuel, it being no good to us. But there ought to be some, at least: there's enough wrecks in this cursed place to make it possible to find almost anything.
"You'd better not start exploring, though," he added, "without some of us along as guides, for I'm here to tell you that you can lose yourself in this wreck-pack without knowing it. If you wait until to-morrow, I'll come over myself and go with you."
"I think that would be wise," Crain said to Kent. "There is plenty of time."
"Time is the one thing there's plenty of in this damned place," Krell agreed. "We'll be getting back to the Martian Queen now and give the good news to Jandron and the rest."
"Wouldn't mind if Liggett and I came along, would you?" Kent asked. "I'd like to see how your ship's fixed--that is, if it's all right with you, sir," he added to his superior.
A short story similar to Stephen Marlowe's Graveyard of Space, but not as claustrophobic and tense as the other story. This story is a bunch of good guys trying to rescue a babe from a bunch of bad guys. Treachery abounds.
Plotting is good, characterization only so-so.
Loved the book! This is a fast story that they young man in me loved. Good guys win in the end. I want to read all of Edmond Hamilton's books now.