The Planet Strappers

Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. The 3-dot ellipsis has been retained as in the original. p. 1 A Million Miles Beyond the Moon... ... Nelson and Ramos sped on toward Mars in their tiny plastic-bubble spacecraft. They were on the alert—it didn't pay to take anything for granted in the Big Vacuum.... The way between the worlds was mostly empty space—except for the outlaws of the void who drifted, patiently and vengefully waiting for a victim, then struck! Nelsen and Ramos tensed—blips on the radar screen! Maybe meteors... More blips—and fist-sized chunks of rock flicked through their fragile vehicles. Air puffed out ... and Nelson and Ramos were fighting for their lives... ... A Million Miles Beyond the Moon! p. 2 p. 3 THE PLANET STRAPPERS Raymond Z. Gallun PYRAMID BOOKS, 444 Madison Avenue, New York 22, New York p. 4 THE PLANET STRAPPERS, by Raymond Z. Gallun This book is fiction. No resemblance is intended between any character herein and any person (Here or Out There), living or dead; any such resemblance is purely coincidental. Published by Pyramid Books First printing: October 1961 Printed in the United States of America p. 5 I The Archer Five came in a big packing box, bound with steel ribbons and marked, This end up—handle with care . It was delivered at a subsidized government surplus price of fifty dollars to Hendricks' Sports and Hobbies Center, a store in Jarviston, Minnesota, that used to deal mostly in skin diving equipment, model plane kits, parts for souping up old cars, and the like. The Archer Five was a bit obsolete for the elegant U.S. Space Force boys—hence the fantastic drop in price from two thousand dollars since only last June. It was still a plenty-good piece of equipment, however; and the cost change was a real break for the Bunch. By 4:30 that bright October afternoon, those members who were attending regular astronautics classes at Jarviston Technical College had gathered at Hendricks' store. Ramos and Tiflin, two wild characters with seldom-cut hair and pipe stem pants, who didn't look as if they could be trusted with a delicate unpacking operation, broke the Archer out with a care born of love, there in Paul Hendricks' big backroom shop, while the more stolid members—and old Paul, silent in his swivel chair—watched like hawks. "So who…