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Goodwin, Harold Leland, 1914-1990

"Rip Foster in Ride the Gray Planet"

"No, Koa. I'll take my chances out
here. I want to see what they're up to."
"Great Cosmos, sir! They'll go over this rock like Martian beetles.
You'll get it, for sure."
"Get inside," Rip ordered. He gathered strength enough to make his voice
firm. "I'm staying here until I figure out some way to call them off. We
can't just stand here and let them blast us. They're our own men."
"Then I'm staying, too," Koa stated.
A pair of snapper-boats flashed overhead and vanished below the horizon.
Two more swept past from another direction.
Rip watched, curious. What were they up to? Another pair quartered past
them at high speed, then two more. The boats seemed to be crisscrossing
the asteroid in a definite pattern.
A pair streaked past, and something sped downward from one of them,
trailing yellow flame. It exploded in a ball of molten fire that licked
across the asteroid in waves. Rip tensed, then saw that the chemical
would burn out before it reached them.
"Fire bomb," Koa muttered.
Rip nodded. He had recognized it. The Planeteers were trained in the use
of fire bombs, tanks of chemicals that burned even in an airless world.
They were equipped with simple jets for use in space.
The snapper-boats drew off, back toward the _Scorpius_.


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