Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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THE MAN IN BETWEEN I stared through the sights and fired at the hull. The skin of a spaceship isn’t very thick, it’s only needed to keep in the air, and the Weimar was a high-velocity gun. The bullet went through the hull as if it were paper. “Come out or [’ll puncture your fuel tanks. Come out or I'll smash your controls. Come out, damn you!” ‘Hold it, I’m coming out.” A figure appeared at the open door, hands above its head. I blinked at it; it seemed to waver and blur, and before I knew it, he was half-way to me. ““You’re hurt,” he said. ““Let me help you.” “Stay where you are.” I was hurt, my leg felt like hell, and I knew that unless I did something pretty soon I'd pass out. I tried to hop to- wards the ship. I saw his gun just in time. He had tucked it behind him, and as he swung back his arm I caught the glint of starlight from the metal. We fired together. Where his shot went I didn’t know, but my 31 own bullet took him smack in the face-plate. I watched him fall and then I was flat on my face with everything dimming around me. *““Harry,” I said. “Harry, where the hell are you?” I was crying with weakness. ‘Harry! Come and get me, Harry, Harry..!” I was still crying when I passed out. I opened my eyes and stared at a green-tinted ceiling. I lay on something soft, and the air smelt pure and fresh. I sat up and grabbed at my left leg. It was still there, and I relaxed. Harry came into the room as I was reaching for a cigarette. He handed me one and sat down beside the bed. “We picked you up just in time,” he said. “‘You’d lost a lot of blood and your leg was badly frozen, but you'll be as new in a couple of weeks.” He took something from his pocket and handed it to me. I stared at it. It was a cheque for one hundred thous- comicloooks.corn