Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 44 — page 128: what you’re looking at

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ADDICT Many questions rose in George Three’s mind, impera- tive questions. But they were interrupted. There was a startled look in the girl’s eyes. George Three followed her gaze to the door- way. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was a huge, dark hulk ofaman. He nearly filled the doorway. A low growl escaped the silhouette. He took a step into the room. “Get out of here!’’ shouted the girl. The man stopped. “Eh? What’s... A female! Hey!” He started toward Lilian Four, guided, apparently, only by sound. “Stop!” said George Three. It was a ridiculous command. His voice was high-pitched. The figure paid no attention to him. His heart pounding, George Three jumped to his feet. “Stop!” The voice was lower now and firmer. The figure hesitated and turned. He weaved slightly and let out another growl. He waved his arm at the dark- ness as if to clear his vision. *‘Who say stop?” 127 **T did.” “Who say stop?” Eero!” “Man. Fight, huh?’ said the other. ““Get out of here!”’ “Fight, huh? Fight for her!”’ “Get ... get out of here!” George Three put as much strength as he could muster into the voice. The blow was poorly aimed. Nevertheless it tore at George Three’s ear, shook his senses, and sent him reeling against the boarded up window. “See ya now!” said the figure, advancing. The second blow nearly shattered George Three’s de- fensive left arm. He fanned the air with his own right hand. The blow brushed the -giant’s beard. He was able to dodge the next mighty fist and duck under the rag-clad arm. He swung again and lifted his body under the giant’s arm. A pillow of sagging flesh surrounded his fist. He knew the joy of being a man! The giant gasped a foul breath and swung wildly at the bobbing target. To dodge conmmiclooolkks.com