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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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"Spying,
eh?"
said
Nat
bitterly.
"My
dear
man,
isn't
that
my
business?"
"Well,
read
this,
then,"
said
Nat,
handing
her
the
message.
"You're
likely
to
repent
this
crazy
trick
of
yours
before
we
get
much
farther."
And
he
pointed
to
the
cosmic-ray
skiagraph
of
the
Moon
on
the
curved
glass
dome
overhead.
They
were
approaching
the
satellite
rapidly.
It
filled
the
whole
dome,
the
craters
great
black
hollows,
the
mountains
standing
out
clearly.
Beneath
the
dome
were
the
radium
apparatus
that
emitted
the
rays
by
which
the
satellite
was
photographed
cinematographically,
and
the
gyroscope
steering
apparatus
by
which
the
ship's
course
was
directed.
Suddenly
a
buzzer
sounded
a
warning.
Nat
sprang
to
the
tube.
"Gravitational
interference
X40,
gyroscopic
aberrancy
one
minute
29,"
he
called.
"Discharge
static
electricity
from
hull.
Mr.
Benson,
stand
by."
"What
does
that
mean?"
asked
Madge.
"It
means
I
shall
be
obliged
if
you'll
abstain
from
speaking
to
the
man
at
the
controls,"
snapped
Nat.
"And
what's
that?"
cried
Madge
in
a
shriller
voice,
pointing
upward.
Across
the
patterned
surface
of
the
Moon,
shown
on
the
skiagraph,
a
black,
cigar-shaped
form
was
passing.
It
looked
like
one
of
the
old-fashioned
dirigibles,
and
the
speed
with
which
it
moved
was
evident
from
the
fact
that
it
was
perceptibly
traversing
the
Moon's
surface.
Perhaps
it
was
travelling
at
the
rate
of
fifty
thousand
miles
an
hour.
Brent,
the
chief
officer,
burst
up
the
companion.
His
face
was
livid.
"Black
ship
approaching
us
from
the
Moon,
Sir,"
he
stammered.
"Benson's
training
his
guns,
but
it
must
be
twenty
thousands
miles
away."
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