by Lew Merrill. from Spicy Adventure Stories, February 1941. It was a challenge Bill couldnt ignore. His mortal enemy had dared him to combat in that space more than five astronomical units from earth. Though he knew his weapons were far inferior, he knew, too, that Sparling had in his power the girl Bill loved. BILL SPARLING, roused from his well- earned nap by the shout of Vulcan, his Martian aide, went forward to the wheel of the little Jonesing spaceship. Putting his eyes to the refracting optoscope, Bill could see a curious, elongated body some five hundred miles ahead. He glanced at the Continue reading