_That gangling frame, that easy, fluent grin--lost in the nameless depths of the crypts of space!_ We're supposed to be an Earth-Mars lugger, but when we got to Mars Central spaceport, the bug-pounder there gave me this solar-gram from Terra. It said:…
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