Astounding Science Fiction (British Edition) — page 92: what you’re looking at

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THE SCAVE By JAMES WHITE The Crawlers were fortunate NGERS in this; they couldn't put up even a token resistance to the slashing, utterly overwhelming attack of the people from out of space. Their homes, their cities, all of their works smashed, their opposition totally futile—fortunately. Illustrated by H. R. van Dongen § Bate ship was in a hurry. It flashed through the frigid upper reaches of the atmosphere like a great silvery dart. ¢A dart whose needle prow and stabilizers glowed with the furious, angry red of air resistance, and whose flight path was drawn across the dark blueprint of the sky by a thin, perfectly straight white line of vapor condensation. Far below it the plane- tary surface slid by with deceptive slowness. In the ship’s tiny control room a loud-speaker clicked, hummed, and said, “‘Flagship to S-Five-Three—” The eyes of the three-man crew flickered briefly towards it, then switched back to their respective instrument panels. A tightness about their mouths and an involuntary jerk of their heads towards the sound betrayed the strain they were under. They relaxed, a little, when it merely stated, “This is the commander. Your ETA over target is nine minutes, fifteen seconds from—now. What have you in mind, captain?” Spence, the ship’s captain, reached 90 COMME OO <SuEO im