Authentic Science Fiction, December 1951 — page 61: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

CHAPTER SEVEN Rebellion On the face of it, things don’t look so good, you tell your- | self. You glance at Reina to see how she’s taking the sight of it. Quite well. She immediately drops on one knee and lifts Schnabel’s head. Quite the wrong thing to do, medic- ally, but it shows the right spirit all the same. “* He’s alive,’’ she says over the radio. No one has taken his suit off yet. ““Thank God for that,’’ Atah breathes. ‘‘ What hap- pened, d’you suppose?’’ , Leeson grunts. ‘‘ Clavier don’t seem to be around. No1 his suit. Reckon they didn’t see eye to eye about something or other.”’ That’s about the size of it, you think, Schnabel must have come back and started something with Clavier” The ex- citable chemist no doubt retaliated as no’ gentleman should —unless he’s dealing with someone who isn’t a gentleman. Atah has got his helmet off and is kneeling by Reina. He stretches out a hand and touches Schnabel’s forehead gently. ““ Not too bad,’’ he says. ‘‘ It’ll take some precious water to clean it up, but that can’t be helped. This is a bad business. Not the cut on his head. The whole position, I mean. We can’t have private wars and do our jobs properly.” His voice has an odd kind of ring to it, coming through your helmet, as though he’s a long way away and weak and trembly. Leeson slips his helmet off and goes over to the water canister. He dips a cup into it and fetches it back. All three of them get to work on Schnabel. You don’t know what to do. 59 comicbooks.com