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Xenon, v. 1, issue 1, March 1944
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Page six XENON THE LEG PULLERS (Con't) "I learned your language from you. I've been reading your mind ever since I came into your presence an hour ago. All our people are experts at the mental sciences." The trapper grinned. "You're an expert, all right. I give up; you can have the championship. That thing in your hand, now. That couldn't be an ordinary flashlight. It's some sort of a ray gun, aint it?" "Why, yet it is," the stranger admitted. He laid the small, shiny cylinder on a stool near the trapper. "It's quite simple, just a heat ray. All you do is press this button here. I'll leave the device for you to use. One of those bears might come in and attack you." The trapper threw back his head and laughed loudly. "Mister, you go even with a vengeance. But I hold no grudge. When you get sleepy let me know, and I'll make up a bunj for you." The stranger got up and stretched like a cat. "Thanks for your food and friendly hospitality. But I must be going. There are many interesting things in your world which I must learn and tell my king." He took a few swift steps, and was gone. Chucjling, the trapper picked up the shiny cylinder and turned it over in his hands. Quite a character, that stranger. Smart, too, the way he noticed those magazines and cooked up that outlandish story on the spur of the moment. Must have been a science-fiction fan himself. Behind him, the door banged open with a crash. Thinking the stranger had returned, the trapper swung around. "Say, pal, you needn't be so......." There, scowling at him fiercely, was a large, mean-looking grizzly! The bear growled and started toward him. (to next page
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Page six XENON THE LEG PULLERS (Con't) "I learned your language from you. I've been reading your mind ever since I came into your presence an hour ago. All our people are experts at the mental sciences." The trapper grinned. "You're an expert, all right. I give up; you can have the championship. That thing in your hand, now. That couldn't be an ordinary flashlight. It's some sort of a ray gun, aint it?" "Why, yet it is," the stranger admitted. He laid the small, shiny cylinder on a stool near the trapper. "It's quite simple, just a heat ray. All you do is press this button here. I'll leave the device for you to use. One of those bears might come in and attack you." The trapper threw back his head and laughed loudly. "Mister, you go even with a vengeance. But I hold no grudge. When you get sleepy let me know, and I'll make up a bunj for you." The stranger got up and stretched like a cat. "Thanks for your food and friendly hospitality. But I must be going. There are many interesting things in your world which I must learn and tell my king." He took a few swift steps, and was gone. Chucjling, the trapper picked up the shiny cylinder and turned it over in his hands. Quite a character, that stranger. Smart, too, the way he noticed those magazines and cooked up that outlandish story on the spur of the moment. Must have been a science-fiction fan himself. Behind him, the door banged open with a crash. Thinking the stranger had returned, the trapper swung around. "Say, pal, you needn't be so......." There, scowling at him fiercely, was a large, mean-looking grizzly! The bear growled and started toward him. (to next page
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