The good Martian Samaritans rescued Johnny Love and offered him "the stars". Now, maybe, Johnny didn't look closely enough into the "gift horse's" mouth, but there were others who did ... and found therein the answer to life....
body relaxed, and the fear subsided.
The day's tour had been exhausting both mentally and physically, and there was the excitement of knowing that in five more days Harrison and Janes would land. If they did not, his own ship would carry him safely back to Earth on the day following, for the little men had miraculously repaired it; they had shown him. They had shown him, and he wanted to go home.
Johnny Love rolled over on the wide, soft cot, sighed, and went back to sleep.
* * * * *
"He sleeps again, Andruul."
"Yes, but the damage is probably done."
"No, or he would not sleep again so easily. His kind do not have such emotional control."
The two turned away from the fading transparency of the sleeping-room wall, and their short, thin bodies were in incongruous contrast to the spaciousness of the metal-sheathed corridor down which they walked.
Couldn't get past the foul language. Stopped reading after a few pages.
The first landing on Mars crashes, killing one of the pair of pilots (the second and third landings will follow in 20 and 40 days for a plot convenience). Johnny Love and his ship are repaired by friendly Martians who also happen to give him the cure to all disease and a bunch of other happy stuff.
But why does he keep having those disturbing dreams?
There\'s not a lot of characterization, and the plot creaks a bit. An okay pulp story.