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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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The
chief
mate
appeared
at
the
head
of
the
companion,
accompanied
by
a
girl.
"Stowaway,
Sir,"
he
reported
laconically.
"She
tumbled
out
of
the
repair
shop
annex
when
we
let
out
the
air!"
Nat
stared
at
her
in
consternation,
and
the
girl
stared
back
at
him.
She
was
a
very
pretty
girl,
hardly
more
than
twenty-two
or
three,
attired
in
a
businesslike
costume
consisting
of
a
leather
jacket,
knickers,
and
the
black
spiral
puttees
that
had
come
into
style
in
the
past
decade.
She
came
forward
unabashed.
"Well,
who
are
you?"
snapped
Nat.
"Madge
Dawes,
of
the
Universal
News
Syndicate,"
she
answered,
laughing.
"The
devil!"
muttered
Nat.
"You
people
think
you
run
the
World
Federation
since
you
got
President
Stark
elected."
"We
certainly
do,"
replied
the
girl,
still
laughing.
"Well,
you
don't
run
this
ship,"
said
Nat.
"How
would
you
like
a
long
parachute
drop
back
to
Earth?"
"Don't
be
foolish,
my
dear
man,"
said
Madge.
"Don't
you
know
you'll
get
wrinkles
if
you
scowl
like
that?
Smile!
Ah,
that's
better.
Now,
honestly,
Cap
we
just
had
to
get
the
jump
on
everybody
else
in
interviewing
Axelson.
It
means
such
a
lot
to
me."
Pouts
succeeded
smiles.
"You're
not
going
to
be
cross
about
it,
are
you?"
she
pleaded.
"Do
you
realize
the
risk
you're
running,
young
woman?"
Nat
demanded.
"Are
you
aware
that
our
chances
of
ever
getting
back
to
Earth
are
smaller
than
you
ought
to
have
dreamed
of
taking?"
"Oh,
that's
all
right,"
the
girl
responded.
"And
now
that
we're
friends
again,
would
you
mind
asking
the
steward
to
get
me
something
to
eat?
I've
been
cooped
up
in
that
room
downstairs
for
fifteen
hours,
and
I'm
simply
starving."
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