Blaine comes out of the hypnosis of the pink gas to find himself deep within Io, the copper-clad second satellite of Jupiter.
rom these he determined their course. Obviously there was an entrance to this sealed-in world.
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When they had proceeded some two thousand miles in a northeasterly direction Antazzo gave the order to reduce speed. Off at the horizon there appeared a bulge in the copper surface, a round protuberance that resolved itself into a great dome-shaped structure as they drew nearer. A full two hundred feet it reared itself into the heavens, and Blaine saw a number of large circular hatches in its side that evidently covered air-locked entrances.
"You will land close by the dome, Carson," Antazzo barked, "and both of you will get into your moon-suits."
At his tone Blaine saw red. He realized on the instant that the effect of the pink gas had worn off and that he was his own master once more. All the pent-up emotions of the past few days were unleashed. If only he could get in one good punch. They might get away yet. There was plenty of k-metal to replenish the fuel supply. He whirled
Hunchback aliens, a leopard-woman queen with fingers that project flesh-eating buzzsaws, pink mind-control gas, blue-sparkling disintegration rays, a rocket with endless fuel, invisibility cloaks, injectable language skills, a wholesome girl from Io (no, she's not an Iowan), and two, two-fisted (each) Americans able to overcome every danger except the subtle poison of cigarettes, pretty much sums up this space opera.
The plotting is okay. Whenever the author got stuck he just invented a new miracle or evil alien. You keep the characters straight by remembering their names. One is Tom (Farley) and the other is Blaine (Carson.) If you want character development, read some of Balzac's science fiction.
Excessively high corn content with character development that could be represented by a negative number.
OTOH, typical of the old Amazing Stories mag. They don't write 'em like this any more.
Lowen's reviews are at least as good as Vincent's story.
Take real science and drop kick it out the window and suspend all belief.
Now you're ready to enjoy this pulpish tale of two ham-fisted, red-blooded, alien-women-seducing human heroes on their quest for a good cigarette while escaping from the artificial moon Io as it orbits Jupiter.
Dwarfish aliens, tiger women, man-eating plants, death rays, and a very high body count make for one very entertaining read as long as you're willing to leave commonsense and a basic understanding of physics behind.