The Revolt of the Star Men By RAYMOND GALLUN [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 bulk dropped down on the nose of the craft. A pair of hands gripped the barrels of the machine gun and tore them from the mountings.] * * * * * THE REVOLT OF THE STAR MEN _By the Author of "The Space Dwellers"_ [Illustration: RAYMOND GALLUN] The creatures that people this exciting story of Mr. Gallun, may seem at first blush to be impossible monstrosities. Yet, on consideration, we must realize that they are not so far-fetched. Even in our picayune little corner of the universe, we find in the insect kingdom a form of life that has survived through every possible earth catastrophe in the last 40,000,000 years. With their skeletons on the outside of their bodies instead of on the inside, insects are able to protect their bodies from heat, cold, and from accidents that would kill us. If the insect's shell were harder and thicker and made of heat-resisting material, it might conceivably be able to live in space without other protection. The point is that Mr. Gallun makes his Space Men so convincing that we can do nothing but believe in them. And he has woven about them such a thrilling story of adventure on two worlds that one will have to read and reread it, to get from it the fullest enjoyment. * * * * * It was in the reading room of the Neilson-Aldebar space liner, _Ekova_, that two young people came unexpectedly upon a third person who sat alone, absently skimming through a copy of the _Interplanetarian_. When the girl caught sight of him she uttered a little acclamation of surprise. "Hekki-you!" she cried. The one addressed looked up. A smile of greeting came over his swarthy, aristocratic features. "Hello, Jan. It is I--none other," he said. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Here he shot a quick glance at the girl's companion. "Why certainly I am, Hekki," she replied a trifle nervously. "But how can it be? A week ago you left for the deepest, most mysterious part of the Taraal desert on Mars, to collect objects of ancient art, and now you are here. Where have you kept yourself during the voyage?"