Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 66 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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THE OLD FIRM work,” Vaun said, bubbling over once again. “Okay, Ill start on the engines. If we leave in the morning as arranged, then I’ll want most of the night. Work, you know, ‘something you may have once had a slight acquaintance with in the dim and distant past.” “T’ll happen by and pick up the pieces if you do find a booby trap,’ Calshot said. His lower lips was sticking out again. His pipe appeared as though by magic in his fingers. Vaun laughed and _ left. ‘He was still as vivacious in the morning when the engines were one hundred per cent. and they blasted off on the first leg of their journey. Alphzus was the first call, and then the fifty-nine light years to Mizrab IV. The journey was satisfactorily com- pleted by the following after- noon, and they stared out of the viewports on the world of Rahming. ““You can see we'll not be finding much of help here,” 15 Calshot said. His fingers tapped the portsill and Vaun, looking annoyedly at them, moved pointedly away. “I’ve tested for atmosphere and she’s okay. We’ll find gravity a little less, which should prove a gift for your weight. You’re growing quite a paunch these days, Cal.” “At least I’m not wasting away to a human skeleton, Brains,’ Calshot retorted acidly. “Come on, then, if we must go out onto this horrible planet.” “You'll feel better when you get some of that extra fat off, Cal, you wait and see.” They found the local head- man—he was the mayor and knew all about their arrival— at a modern glass and plastic building in the centre of pleasant lawns and gardens. They discussed the problem, and then went along to where men were working, planting the fields in readiness for the planet’s short winter of hibernation. comiclooks.conn