Astounding Stories of Super-Science, May, 1930
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Various. Astounding Stories of Super-Science, May, 1930
Into the Ocean's Depths. A Sequel to "From the Ocean's Depths" By Sewell Peaslee Wright
Murder Madness. BEGINNING A FOUR-PART NOVEL. By Murray Leinster
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
Brigands of the Moon (The Book of Gregg Haljan) PART THREE OF A FOUR-PART NOVEL. By Ray Cummings
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
CHAPTER XXIII. The Prowling Watchman
CHAPTER XXIV. Imprisoned!
CHAPTER XXV. The Combat on the Crater-top
CHAPTER XXVI. At Bay
CHAPTER XXVII. Anita's Plan
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Ascent of Archimedes
CHAPTER XXIX. On the Brigand Ship
CHAPTER XXX. Desperate Plans
CHAPTER XXXI. In the Tower Cubby
CHAPTER XXXII. A Speck Amid the Stars
CHAPTER XXXIII. Besieged!
The Jovian Jest. By Lilith Lorraine
The Atom-Smasher. By Victor Rousseau
CHAPTER I. The "Vanishing Place"
CHAPTER II. Old Friends – and Foes
CHAPTER III. Into the Infinite
CHAPTER IV. Escape
CHAPTER V. The Eye of Atlantis
CHAPTER VI. Human Sacrifice
CHAPTER VII. Back to Long Island
CHAPTER VIII. A Fruitless Journey
CHAPTER IX. The Blinded Eye
CHAPTER X. The Fight in the Dark
CHAPTER XI. Tode's Last Gamble
CHAPTER XII. Solid Earth
The Readers' Corner
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The engines of the Almirante Gomez were going dead slow. Away up beside her monster funnels her siren blew dismally, Whoo-oo-oo-oo! and was silent for the regulation period, and blew desolately again into the clinging gray mist that ringed her all about.
Her decks were wet and glistening. Droplets of water stood upon the deck-stanchions, and dripped from the outer edge of the roof above the promenade deck. A thin, swirling fog lay soggily upon the water and the big steamer went dead slow upon her course, sending dismal and depressing blasts from her horn from time to time. It was barely possible to see from one side of the ship to the other. It was surely impossible to see the bow from a point half astern.
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He closed the door behind him, and Ortiz grinned at him. It was a horrible, a terrible grin, and Ortiz fought it from his face with a terrific effort of will. There was foam about his lips.
"Dios! It was – it was devilish!" he gasped. "Senor Bell, amigo mio, for the love of the good God get my revolver from my trunk. Give it to me…"
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