Spacewrecked on Venus By NEIL R. JONES [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Wonder Stories Quarterly Winter 1932. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] [Illustration: A beam of electricity leaped from the ship. Instantly shafts of light spread from the nearest projectile to the ones on either side of it.] * * * * * NEIL R. JONES [Illustration] Interplanetary commerce, if and when it begins, will be fraught with all of the dangers that accompany pioneering expeditions. There will be the terrible climatic conditions on other worlds to be faced, strange beasts and plants; and perhaps desperate and greedy men. That was the case when every new land was opened on earth and it may be expected to be true when we conquer the solar planets. Mr. Jones understands these things well. His vivid imagination, his sense of a good story and his knowledge of what may be expected upon other worlds combine to make this a novel and exciting yarn. And, as is always desired, it comes to a smashing finish with a surprising ending. His scientific weapons are quite novel, but so realistically does he portray them, that they strike one as being quite possible and likely to be used at some future time. * * * * * I stood looking from the space ship into the dense fog banks which rolled about us. We were descending through the dense cloud blanket of Venus. How near we actually were to the ground I did not know. Nothing but an unbroken white haze spread mistily, everywhere I looked. With jarring suddenness, a terrific shudder throbbed the length of the _C-49_, rattling the loose articles on the desk nearby. The dictatyper, with which I had lately been composing a letter, crashed violently to the floor. I reeled unsteadily to the door. It was nearly flung open in my face. "Hantel!" Captain Cragley steadied himself on the threshold of my room. The captain and I had become intimate friends during the trip from the earth. In his eyes I saw concern. "What's wrong?" I queried. "Don't know yet! Come--get out of there, man! We may have to use the emergency cylinder!" I followed Cragley. The crew, numbering seven, were gathered in the observation chamber. Most of the passengers were there too. The _C-49_ carried twelve passengers, all men, to the Deliphon settlement of Venus. In the earlier days of space travel, few women dared the trip across space. Several of the crew worked feverishly at the controls above the instrument board. "What's our altitude?" demanded Cragley. "Fifteen thousand feet!" was the prompt reply. "Our drop is better than a hundred feet a second!" Worried wrinkles creased the kindly old face of Captain Cragley. He debated the issue not one moment. "Into the emergency cylinder--everybody!"