Young Winford heads a desperate escape from the prison mines of Mercury.
when he examined the log. Winford, however, did not press the question about the cargo.
"Who is the owner, Captain?"
"The Interstellar Transportation Company, New York, Silas Teutoberg, president."
Winford leaped to his feet.
"Repeat that name, Captain," he ordered harshly.
"Silas Teutoberg," sullenly complied the officer. "But don't be so excited. He has already resigned."
A crafty light appeared in the captain's eyes. He sensed a slight advantage in retaining this knowledge himself.
"I decline to answer," he stated.
The lambent flames leaped ominously in Winford's eyes. He toyed with the ray pistol expressively, then glanced up at a sudden interruption. The control room door had opened, admitting Jarl and Ragna.
"The crew is all accounted for," announced Jarl. "We imprisoned a hundred men and have control."
"Very good, Jarl," replied Winford calmly. "Ragna, take these two navigating officers down and lock them up with the r
I'm adding a star because this was written in 1932 and they didn't know any better. Prisoners from the mines of Mercury escape, hijack a couple of space ships, and fly from Mercury to Jupiter in 3 weeks to get revenge. Oh, there are ray guns.
The hero is very heroic. Everyone talks the same except for the Martian, who uses Martian words once in a while.
The plot is all that drives the story; it's not very good pulp.
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