Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 82: what you’re looking at

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ERRAND OF MERCY black back. I could harpoon him—if I had a harpoon. But he wouldn’t even feel it. I’m stepping on the gas—I think Jenny can whack up a bit more than Moby Dick here can, even against the wind... “Yes. Will you move a little faster? We’re treading on your: tail... . Ah, the winnah! Good old Jenny! At this rate we'll be back in time for tea—Little Willie too. Put the kettle on, you at home. You'd better get out one of the big cups for Willie here. I’m going down to ask him if he uses sugar...” Hacking went quiet. ““What the hell’s all this?’ exploded Raikes. Rapidly, Lewes told him about the enormous skeletons Hacking had discovered. Ob- viously, since then Hacking had happened on a living specimen, heading up-river like a fury—in their direction. “H’m, sounds like the father of all fish,’’ commented Raikes. 81 “It may be the father of those,’ said Lewes, gesturing. “Coming to larrup the bad boys for molesting his kids ?” guffawed Raikes. “Still, he couldn’t possibly know about that.” “I’m not so sure. The bel- lowing of whales can be heard:for enormous distances under water. Perhaps they yelled for help. Perhaps they didn’t need to yell.” ““What do you mean?” “Telepathy.” “You believe in that clap- trap?” “It’s been scientifically established.”’ “Ha! So had the rotation of Venus. Right to the second. And when we get here we find the know-alls were only two days out!” Hacking’s voice sounded again. “I’ve been buzzing Willie, and I don’t think he likes it. He’s got a wicked gleam in his little button eyes. He’s looking up at me as though he’d like to murder me. No, he doesn’t like comiclooks.corn