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Science Fiction Collector, v. 2, issue 6, May 1937

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"Tiny, Tiny, Help!" screamed the frightened girl, as the Venutian continued upon his journey. Down the other side of the cliffs the man skillfully descended, then across a grassy field, and into a somewhat sparsely wooded area. On, on, through the trees the Venutian carried the girl, tightly holding her fighting body.

Over to the left, slightly to the rear, a long, doleful howl pricked their ears, and was followed by weak, victorious yelps from Tiny. He must be following, thought the girl, and she emitted a scream to direct her pet towards her captor.
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A speck in the sky slowly grew, a fiery trail of green streaming from behind it, became larger, closer.

"A rocket ship!" exclaimed Janice, recalling her trip to Venus so many years ago. She waved her arms frantically, as much as the caveman's grip would allow her to, in an effort to attract the flyer's attention. The rocket, which was now quite close, but going swiftly, shot right past the two people. Before it was out of sight, though, a warning yelp from behind the Venutian told that Tiny had followed their trail. Forcing the former to release the girl by jumping upon his back, Tiny commenced to fight, gnawing, gnashing, and clawing until the ground was red with the Venutian's blood. Still the cave-man fought, swinging his club at the great, shaggy beast.

[Portrait of a man in armor labeled "Harry Northford".]

Then Janice noticed a long spear, which had been carried by Tiny, lying upon the ground where it had been dropped when the fight had begun. She picked it up, and with careful aim, threw it straight at the cave-man, the spear sinking into his great chest.

[Illustration of a woman thrusting a spear into a man's stomach.]

As the last dying screams of the man split the air, a shrill, whining sound shrieked past the girl, and a pale, lavender ray enveloped the crouching Tiny, who crumpled over at the touch of the beam. A dull, tingling sensation quivered through Janice's form as she leaped to where the animal was lying, the purple ray simultaneously disappearing. She flung herself upon her pet's prostrated body, and buried her face in the soft fur. A moment later, she raised her tear-filled eyes to see what had caused the ray.

Above her stood the tall, uniformed figure of a man. His blue coat held a little winged insignia, and a silvery, metal gun hung at his side.

"You've killed him," the girl sobbed. "Why did you do it? Tiny's all I've got, and now you've gone and killed him."

"Oh, you speak English," replied the man, astonished. "Don't worry about the animal--I only gave him a little dose of my paralysis-ray gun. The ray doesn't usually work very effectively on these beasts, so he ought to be coming around in a few minutes."

"Who is a beast?" the indignant voice of the subject of conversation

(Continued on page 12)

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"Tiny, Tiny, Help!" screamed the frightened girl, as the Venutian continued upon his journey. Down the other side of the cliffs the man skillfully descended, then across a grassy field, and into a somewhat sparsely wooded area. On, on, through the trees the Venutian carried the girl, tightly holding her fighting body. Over to the left, slightly to the rear, a long, doleful howl pricked their ears, and was followed by weak, victorious yelps from Tiny. He must be following, thought the girl, and she emitted a scream to direct her pet towards her captor. * * * * * A speck in the sky slowly grew, a fiery trail of green streaming from behind it, became larger, closer. "A rocket ship!" exclaimed Janice, recalling her trip to Venus so many years ago. She waved her arms frantically, as much as the caveman's grip would allow her to, in an effort to attract the flyer's attention. The rocket, which was now quite close, but going swiftly, shot right past the two people. Before it was out of sight, though, a warning yelp from behind the Venutian told that Tiny had followed their trail. Forcing the former to release the girl by jumping upon his back, Tiny commenced to fight, gnawing, gnashing, and clawing until the ground was red with the Venutian's blood. Still the cave-man fought, swinging his club at the great, shaggy beast. [Portrait of a man in armor labeled "Harry Northford".] Then Janice noticed a long spear, which had been carried by Tiny, lying upon the ground where it had been dropped when the fight had begun. She picked it up, and with careful aim, threw it straight at the cave-man, the spear sinking into his great chest. [Illustration of a woman thrusting a spear into a man's stomach.] As the last dying screams of the man split the air, a shrill, whining sound shrieked past the girl, and a pale, lavender ray enveloped the crouching Tiny, who crumpled over at the touch of the beam. A dull, tingling sensation quivered through Janice's form as she leaped to where the animal was lying, the purple ray simultaneously disappearing. She flung herself upon her pet's prostrated body, and buried her face in the soft fur. A moment later, she raised her tear-filled eyes to see what had caused the ray. Above her stood the tall, uniformed figure of a man. His blue coat held a little winged insignia, and a silvery, metal gun hung at his side. "You've killed him," the girl sobbed. "Why did you do it? Tiny's all I've got, and now you've gone and killed him." "Oh, you speak English," replied the man, astonished. "Don't worry about the animal--I only gave him a little dose of my paralysis-ray gun. The ray doesn't usually work very effectively on these beasts, so he ought to be coming around in a few minutes." "Who is a beast?" the indignant voice of the subject of conversation (Continued on page 12)