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_Painted in Water-Colors from a Scene in "The Doom from Planet 4."_
THE DOOM FROM PLANET 4 JACK WILLIAMSON 5
_A Ray of Fire, Green, Mysterious, Stabs Through the Night to
Dan on His Ship. It Leads Him to an Island of Unearthly Peril._
THE HANDS OF ATEN H. G. WINTER 20
_Out of the Solid Ice Craig Hews Three Long-Frozen Egyptians
and Is at Once Caught Up into Amazing Adventure._ (A Complete
THE DIAMOND THUNDERBOLT H. THOMPSON RICH 46
_Locked in a Rocket and Fired into Space! Such Was the Fate
which Awaited Young Stoddard at the End of the Diamond Trail!_
THE SLAVE SHIP FROM SPACE A. R. HOLMES 68
_Three Kidnapped Earthlings Show Xantra of the Tillas How
"Docile" Earth Slaves Can Be._
THE REVOLT OF THE MACHINES NAT SCHACHNER AND ARTHUR L. ZAGAT 86
_Something in the Many-Faceted Mind of the Master Machine Spurs
It to Diabolical Revolt Against the Authority of Its Human
THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 109
_Only Near the End of the World Does Fate Catch Up with Tugh,
the Cripple Who Ran Amuck Through Time._ (_Conclusion._)
THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 129
_A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories._
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The Doom from Planet 4
_By Jack Williamson_
[Illustration: _For long seconds he was plunging down through space._]
[Sidenote: A ray of fire, green, mysterious, stabs through the night
to Dan on his ship. It leads him to an island of unearthly peril.]
"S O S. S O S. S O S." Three short, three long, three short, the
flashes winked from the dark headland. Dan McNally, master and owner
of the small and ancient trading schooner, _Virginia_, caught the
feeble flickering light from the island as he strode across the
fore-deck. He stopped, stared at the looming black line of land
beneath the tropical stars. Again light flashed from a point of rock
far above the dim white line of phosphorescent surf, spelling out the
signal of distress.
"Somebody bane callin' with a flashlight, I t'ank," the big Swede,
Larsen, rumbled from the wheel.
Dan thought suddenly of a reply. He rushed into the charthouse, to
return in a moment with a lighted lantern and a copy of the _Nautical
Almanac_ which would serve to hide the flame between flashes. He
flashed an answer.
Again the pale light flickered from the dark mass of land, spelling
words out rather slowly, as if the sender were uncertain in his
knowledge of Morse. Surprised as Dan had been by the signal from an
island marked on the charts as uninhabited, he was astonished at the
message that now came to him.
"You are in terrible danger," he read in the flashes. "Dreadful thing
here. Hurry away. Radio for warships. I am--"
The winking light suddenly went out. Dan strained his eyes to watch
the point where it had been, and a few seconds later he saw a curious
thing. A darting, stabbing lance of green fire flashed out across the
barren, rocky cliff, lighting it fleetingly with pale green radiance.
It leapt out and was gone in an instant, leaving the shoulder of the
island dark as before.
Dan watched for long minutes, but he saw nothing more brilliant than
the pale gleam of phosphorescence where the waves dashed against the
sheer granite wall of the island.