Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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STRANGER IN TIME Dinton made a strangling noise. “Honest!” he said. “Oh, yes; he’s honest, all right. Any time he’s going our way, he’ll be pleased to drop us off, if it’s convenient. Otherwise, it’s just too bad.” Benner shook his head. “You know, Mr. Dinton, youre not being fair to him. Put yourself in his place; a member of a guerrilla band, flitting from place to place behind the enemy lines, doing what damage they can, no doubt, but for the most part just striving to avoid capture or death. Probably they have no supplies apart from those they manage to commandeer. The fact that they are using space-time ships and darting backwards and forwards be- tween now and tomorrow or last century on a score of planets, possibly, does not alter their position, you know.” Dinton growled inhisthroat. “Look, I’m not denying all that. But do you really believe all that tripe he dished out to us about an infinite number of dimensions of space and time, and travelling through or 25 across an area of time? Be- cause if you do, J don’t.” “IT see no reason why all that shouldn’t have been the truth. If we can accept what’s happened to us, we can accept anything. What puzzles me is why he should have thought it necessary to tell us all that. He had some reason for doing so, I'll be bound.” : “That’s simple enough.” Dinton’s tone made it evident that he put no trust in their — captors. “He overheard you say that you could operate the transport or whatever they call it, and he was afraid we might actually succeed in escaping with a machine. I still think we should, though we shall have to be careful how we do so.” “T only said I thought I could remember how they are operated.” Benner sounded doubtful. “‘All the same, I think you areright. Apart from anything else, there’s the risk that if we stay here too long their enemies might turn up, in which case it’s anybody’s guess what our fate would be. We’d probably be killed in the rumpus. But we’re too tired to think straight at the moment. comicloooks.cohn