Trapped in the great dome, Darl valiantly defends Earth's outpost against the bird-man of Mars and his horde of pigmy henchmen.
dly needed as a base material for synthetic food to supply Earth's famine-threatened population, it was to these loyal and amiable beings that ITA's engineers turned for workers who could endure the stifling heat of the underground workings.
The tent-flap was thrust aside, and a hawk-nosed Scot came sleepily in, to be enthusiastically greeted by Jim.
"Hello, you old Caledonian. 'Bout time you showed up."
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The newcomer fixed the speaker with a dour gaze. "An' why should I commence my tour o' dooty befair the time?"
"Because your chief, Mr. Darl Thomas, decided that he's a filliloo bird or somethin', flew to his little nest up top, an' forgot to come down again."
"Is this ain o' your jests, James Holcomb? I eenquire mairly that I may ken when to laugh."
"It's no joke, Mac. Last I see o' him he's skippin' around the roof like he has a buzzin' propeller stuck to his shoulder blades. He lights on th' air-lock platform, pops inside, an' goes dead for all I k
A pulp sci-fi action short story. Three Earthmen and a score of reptilian Venusians mine for food under a reflectorized dome on Mercury. But an evil Martian bird-man plots with the subterranian dwarfs of Mercury to capture the dome and kill the goodguys.
Nonstop heroic action with purple prose, and intelligent life on every planet. Implausable, with stereotyped characters, but a fun read.
Lame space adventure. Hero saves the dome.