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ASTOUNDING STORIES OF SUPER-SCIENCE JUNE 1930
ASTOUNDING STORIES OF SUPER-SCIENCE JUNE 1930
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VOL. II, No. 3 CONTENTS JUNE, 1930
COVER DESIGN H. W. WESSOLOWSKI
_Painted in Water-colors from a Scene in "The Moon Master."_
OUT OF THE DREADFUL DEPTHS C. D. WILLARD 293
_Robert Thorpe Seeks Out the Nameless Horror That Is Sucking All Human
Life Out of Ships in the South Pacific._
MURDER MADNESS MURRAY LEINSTER 310
_Bell, of the Secret "Trade," Strikes into the South American Jungle to
Find the Hidden Stronghold of the Master--the Unknown Monster Whose
Diabolical Poison Swiftly and Surely Is Enslaving the Whole
Continent._ (Part Two of a Continued Novel.)
THE CAVERN WORLD JAMES P. OLSEN 340
_A Great Oil Field Had Gone Dry--and Asher, Trapped Far under the Earth
Among the Revolting Petrolia, Learns Why._
BRIGANDS OF THE MOON RAY CUMMINGS 352
_The Besieged Earth-men Wage Grim, Ultra-scientific War with Martian
Bandits in a Last Great Struggle for Their Radium-ore--and Their
Lives._ (Conclusion.)
GIANTS OF THE RAY TOM CURRY 368
_Madly the Three Raced for their Lives up the Shaft of the Radium Mine,
for Behind Them Poured a Stream of Hideous Monsters--Giants of the
Ray!_
THE MOON MASTER CHARLES W. DIFFIN 384
_Through Infinite Deeps of Space Jerry Foster Hurtles to the Moon--Only
to be Trapped by a Barbaric Race and Offered as a Living Sacrifice to
Oong, their Loathsome, Hypnotic God._ (A Complete Novel.)
THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 421
_A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories._
Single Copies, 20 Cents (In Canada, 25 Cents) Yearly Subscription,
$2.00
Issued monthly by Publishers' Fiscal Corporation, 80 Lafayette St.,
New York, N.Y. W. M. Clayton, President; Nathan Goldmann, Secretary.
Entered as second-class matter December 7, 1929, at the Post Office at
New York. N.Y., under Act of March 3, 1879. Title registered as a
Trade Mark in the U.S. Patent Office. Member Newsstand Group--Men's
List. For advertising rates address E. R. Crowe & Co., Inc., 25
Vanderbilt Ave., New York; or 225 North Michigan Ave., Chicago.
Out of the Dreadful Depths
_By C. D. Willard_
[Illustration: "_Help--help--the eyes--the eyes!_"]
[Sidenote: Robert Thorpe seeks out the nameless horror that is sucking
all human life out of ships in the South Pacific.]
Robert Thorpe reached languidly for a cigarette and, with lazy
fingers, extracted a lighter from his pocket.
"Be a sport," he repeated to the gray haired man across the table. "Be
a sport, Admiral, and send me across on a destroyer. Never been on a
destroyer except in port. It ... would be a new experience ... enjoy
it a lot...."
In the palm-shaded veranda of this club-house in Manila, Admiral
Struthers, U. S. N., regarded with undisguised disfavor the young man
in the wicker chair. He looked at the deep chest and the broad
shoulders which even a loose white coat could not conceal, at the
short, wavy brown hair and the slow, friendly smile on the face below.
A likable chap, this Thorpe, but lazy--just an idler--he had
concluded. Been playing around Manila for the last two months--resting
up, he had said. And from what? the Admiral had questioned
disdainfully. Admiral Struthers did not like indolent young men, but
it would have saved him money if he had really got an answer to his
question and had learned just why and how Robert Thorpe had earned a
vacation.
"You on a destroyer!" he said, and the lips beneath the close-cut gray
mustache twisted into a smile. "That would be too rough an experience
for you, I am afraid, Thorpe. Destroyers pitch about quite a bit, you
know."
He included in his smile the destroyer captain and the young lady who
completed their party. The young lady had a charming and saucy smile
and knew it; she used it in reply to the Admiral's remark.
"I have asked Mr. Thorpe to go on the _Adelaide_," she said. "We shall
be leaving in another month--but Robert tells me he has other plans."
"Worse and worse," was the Admiral's comment. "Your father's yacht is
not even as steady as a destroyer. Now I would suggest a nice
comfortable liner...."
COVER DESIGN H. W. WESSOLOWSKI
_Painted in Water-colors from a Scene in "The Moon Master."_
OUT OF THE DREADFUL DEPTHS C. D. WILLARD 293
_Robert Thorpe Seeks Out the Nameless Horror That Is Sucking All Human
Life Out of Ships in the South Pacific._
MURDER MADNESS MURRAY LEINSTER 310
_Bell, of the Secret "Trade," Strikes into the South American Jungle to
Find the Hidden Stronghold of the Master--the Unknown Monster Whose
Diabolical Poison Swiftly and Surely Is Enslaving the Whole
Continent._ (Part Two of a Continued Novel.)
THE CAVERN WORLD JAMES P. OLSEN 340
_A Great Oil Field Had Gone Dry--and Asher, Trapped Far under the Earth
Among the Revolting Petrolia, Learns Why._
BRIGANDS OF THE MOON RAY CUMMINGS 352
_The Besieged Earth-men Wage Grim, Ultra-scientific War with Martian
Bandits in a Last Great Struggle for Their Radium-ore--and Their
Lives._ (Conclusion.)
GIANTS OF THE RAY TOM CURRY 368
_Madly the Three Raced for their Lives up the Shaft of the Radium Mine,
for Behind Them Poured a Stream of Hideous Monsters--Giants of the
Ray!_
THE MOON MASTER CHARLES W. DIFFIN 384
_Through Infinite Deeps of Space Jerry Foster Hurtles to the Moon--Only
to be Trapped by a Barbaric Race and Offered as a Living Sacrifice to
Oong, their Loathsome, Hypnotic God._ (A Complete Novel.)
THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 421
_A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories._
Single Copies, 20 Cents (In Canada, 25 Cents) Yearly Subscription,
$2.00
Issued monthly by Publishers' Fiscal Corporation, 80 Lafayette St.,
New York, N.Y. W. M. Clayton, President; Nathan Goldmann, Secretary.
Entered as second-class matter December 7, 1929, at the Post Office at
New York. N.Y., under Act of March 3, 1879. Title registered as a
Trade Mark in the U.S. Patent Office. Member Newsstand Group--Men's
List. For advertising rates address E. R. Crowe & Co., Inc., 25
Vanderbilt Ave., New York; or 225 North Michigan Ave., Chicago.
Out of the Dreadful Depths
_By C. D. Willard_
[Illustration: "_Help--help--the eyes--the eyes!_"]
[Sidenote: Robert Thorpe seeks out the nameless horror that is sucking
all human life out of ships in the South Pacific.]
Robert Thorpe reached languidly for a cigarette and, with lazy
fingers, extracted a lighter from his pocket.
"Be a sport," he repeated to the gray haired man across the table. "Be
a sport, Admiral, and send me across on a destroyer. Never been on a
destroyer except in port. It ... would be a new experience ... enjoy
it a lot...."
In the palm-shaded veranda of this club-house in Manila, Admiral
Struthers, U. S. N., regarded with undisguised disfavor the young man
in the wicker chair. He looked at the deep chest and the broad
shoulders which even a loose white coat could not conceal, at the
short, wavy brown hair and the slow, friendly smile on the face below.
A likable chap, this Thorpe, but lazy--just an idler--he had
concluded. Been playing around Manila for the last two months--resting
up, he had said. And from what? the Admiral had questioned
disdainfully. Admiral Struthers did not like indolent young men, but
it would have saved him money if he had really got an answer to his
question and had learned just why and how Robert Thorpe had earned a
vacation.
"You on a destroyer!" he said, and the lips beneath the close-cut gray
mustache twisted into a smile. "That would be too rough an experience
for you, I am afraid, Thorpe. Destroyers pitch about quite a bit, you
know."
He included in his smile the destroyer captain and the young lady who
completed their party. The young lady had a charming and saucy smile
and knew it; she used it in reply to the Admiral's remark.
"I have asked Mr. Thorpe to go on the _Adelaide_," she said. "We shall
be leaving in another month--but Robert tells me he has other plans."
"Worse and worse," was the Admiral's comment. "Your father's yacht is
not even as steady as a destroyer. Now I would suggest a nice
comfortable liner...."
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