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THE FANTASITE ..............11 INTRIGUE ON A SPACE LINER (continued) "Intrigue!" I gasped. I clasped the Captain's hand and, shielding our eyes, we shuddered in unison for perhaps about fifteen minutes. Then my strong young shoulders stiffened and I unclasped, unshielded, and unshuddered. "Captain," I said firmly, "If the intriguers should murder the entire personnel, you know how far you may depend on me to protect the bold bullion." "Yes," he moaned, "Yes, I know how far." Sighing with what was undoubtedly contented relief he fell dead. Pausing only to remove his gold watch, lest robbers might despoil the dead, I crawled out from under the lifeboat. Immediately a Martian intriguer commenced loading his gun to shoot me. But I shot first. "Have you any last words," I asked kindly as always to the fallen. "Eat Schuchwurtzel's Fried Baloney and Pumpkin Pie," he gasped and fell dead. I went into the saloon and was immediately made the target of every weapon four planets could muster. A Martian porcupine rolled up and threw one of its quills at me. I mowed him down. A Venusian llama spat right at me. I blasted him to pieces. An earthman came at me with a rolling-pin, and I drilled him clean. Finally Loa and I were the only ones living on the entire ship. "Well, Loa," I yelled into her eartrumpet, "There was intrigue on this ship, but what the intrigue was, or who the intriguers were, I have been too busy mowing down, blasting to pieces and drilling clean to find out." But no one cared, anyway. -----THE END----- Join the Colorado Fantasy Society. JOIN THE CFS!!!!! Join and help support the DENVENTION! Membership fee is fifty cents. Send to Lew Martin, 1258 Race St., Denver Colorado. Upon receipt of it you will be sent an attractively printed membership card. A lot of two-color stickers (from two to four kinds of them), and the monthly C. F. S. REVIEW........ ------------ ------------ ------------ THE DENVENTIONEER Send your fifteen cents for the Convention mag THE DENVENTIONEER and help support the convention in this manner also. First issue out soon. Send remittances to same address as above........ ------------ ------------ ------------ Will YOU be at the DENVENTION???? ------------ ------------ ------------ IT'S DENVER IN 1941 !!!!!!!!! *********** ***********
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THE FANTASITE ..............11 INTRIGUE ON A SPACE LINER (continued) "Intrigue!" I gasped. I clasped the Captain's hand and, shielding our eyes, we shuddered in unison for perhaps about fifteen minutes. Then my strong young shoulders stiffened and I unclasped, unshielded, and unshuddered. "Captain," I said firmly, "If the intriguers should murder the entire personnel, you know how far you may depend on me to protect the bold bullion." "Yes," he moaned, "Yes, I know how far." Sighing with what was undoubtedly contented relief he fell dead. Pausing only to remove his gold watch, lest robbers might despoil the dead, I crawled out from under the lifeboat. Immediately a Martian intriguer commenced loading his gun to shoot me. But I shot first. "Have you any last words," I asked kindly as always to the fallen. "Eat Schuchwurtzel's Fried Baloney and Pumpkin Pie," he gasped and fell dead. I went into the saloon and was immediately made the target of every weapon four planets could muster. A Martian porcupine rolled up and threw one of its quills at me. I mowed him down. A Venusian llama spat right at me. I blasted him to pieces. An earthman came at me with a rolling-pin, and I drilled him clean. Finally Loa and I were the only ones living on the entire ship. "Well, Loa," I yelled into her eartrumpet, "There was intrigue on this ship, but what the intrigue was, or who the intriguers were, I have been too busy mowing down, blasting to pieces and drilling clean to find out." But no one cared, anyway. -----THE END----- Join the Colorado Fantasy Society. JOIN THE CFS!!!!! Join and help support the DENVENTION! Membership fee is fifty cents. Send to Lew Martin, 1258 Race St., Denver Colorado. Upon receipt of it you will be sent an attractively printed membership card. A lot of two-color stickers (from two to four kinds of them), and the monthly C. F. S. REVIEW........ ------------ ------------ ------------ THE DENVENTIONEER Send your fifteen cents for the Convention mag THE DENVENTIONEER and help support the convention in this manner also. First issue out soon. Send remittances to same address as above........ ------------ ------------ ------------ Will YOU be at the DENVENTION???? ------------ ------------ ------------ IT'S DENVER IN 1941 !!!!!!!!! *********** ***********
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