Piracy in the past has acquired the gaudy technicolor of high romance. In the present, piracy is as tawdry as tabloid headlines. But piracy in the far future, when presented as vividly as in this story, can be scary stuff.
''The shortest distance between two points may be the long way around—and a path of dishonor may well turn into the high road to virtue.''
er eyes. Marc, who had closed his eyes when the color change came, took hold of the girl's arm.
"I told you what would happen if they used the stuff," he said gently. "It's too hot for their jet chambers. It melts the walls. A lot of gas piles up in the tubes. The pressure pushes the fire back. And when it gets shoved back into the recoil chamber and you lose the protective layers of cold gas there--well, then you've got to look for your ship with an ionization gauge!
"I told you all that long ago. The trouble is, you're too idealistic, Lee. That's not the same as having ideals. I admire ideals--I might even confess to a few of my own. But you don't stop to figure out just what your ideals are--exactly what you're fighting for.
"You come to a crisis like this one and you forget about the big goal. All you see is this one problem. And by giving them yes-or-no answers--good or bad, brave or cowardly--to the problem of the moment--you may miss a simple solution to
A pure pulp story in the tedious sense of the phrase. Thin characters, convenient magical rocket fuel and radar transmitters, and a tired plot about invading pirates on an asteroid base. And a babe who really would look better in a dress rather than those coveralls.