The prince of space

Mr. William Windsor, a hard-headed, grim-visaged newspaperman of forty, stood nonchalantly on the moving walk that swept him briskly down Fifth Avenue. He smiled with pardonable...

Two days later Bill jumped from a landing heliocar, presented his credentials as special correspondent, and was admitted to the Lakehurst base of the Moon Patrol. Nine slender s...

Bill lay on an Alpine glacier, a painful broken leg inextricably wedged in a crevasse. It was dark, frightfully cold. In vain he struggled to move, to seek light and warmth, whi...

"The blue globe that destroyed your fleet has already landed here," Smith said. "We saw both of them before they slipped into the shadow of night. They were right together, and...

"I must have at least two tons of vitalium," the Prince of Space told Bill, when the newspaperman came to the bridge of the _Red Rover_ after twenty hours in the bunk. The Princ...

The _Red Rover_ slipped out through the great air-lock of the City of Space, and put her bow toward Mars. The star of the war-god hung before her in the silver-dusted darkness o...

The sun came up small and white and hot, shining from a black sky upon an endless level orange waste of rocks and sand, broken with a black swamp in the distant north. Even from...

"I love Paula!" cried the Prince. "It happened all at once--when you said she was gone. Like a burst of light. Yet it must have been growing for weeks. It was getting so I could...