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Novelette.)

THE DIAMOND THUNDERBOLT H. THOMPSON RICH 46
_Locked in a Rocket and Fired into Space! Such Was the Fate
which Awaited Young Stoddard at the End of the Diamond Trail!_

THE SLAVE SHIP FROM SPACE A. R. HOLMES 68
_Three Kidnapped Earthlings Show Xantra of the Tillas How
"Docile" Earth Slaves Can Be._

THE REVOLT OF THE MACHINES NAT SCHACHNER AND ARTHUR L. ZAGAT 86
_Something in the Many-Faceted Mind of the Master Machine Spurs
It to Diabolical Revolt Against the Authority of Its Human
Masters._

THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 109
_Only Near the End of the World Does Fate Catch Up with Tugh,
the Cripple Who Ran Amuck Through Time._ (_Conclusion._)

THE READERS' CORNER ALL OF US 129
_A Meeting Place for Readers of Astounding Stories._

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The Doom from Planet 4

_By Jack Williamson_

[Illustration: _For long seconds he was plunging down through space._]

[Sidenote: A ray of fire, green, mysterious, stabs through the night
to Dan on his ship. It leads him to an island of unearthly peril.]

"S O S. S O S. S O S." Three short, three long, three short, the
flashes winked from the dark headland. Dan McNally, master and owner
of the small and ancient trading schooner, _Virginia_, caught the
feeble flickering light from the island as he strode across the
fore-deck. He stopped, stared at the looming black line of land
beneath the tropical stars. Again light flashed from a point of rock
far above the dim white line of phosphorescent surf, spelling out the
signal of distress.

"Somebody bane callin' with a flashlight, I t'ank," the big Swede,
Larsen, rumbled from the wheel.

Dan though