by Edward Elmer Smith and Edward Everett Evans

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by Edward Elmer Smith and Edward Everett Evans Masters of Space — Chapter II (1962)

Hilton said, then turned to his staff. “Okay, Sandy, go ahead.”
Outside the control room door, “Thank God you don't play poker, Jarve!” Karns gasped. “We'd all owe you all the pay we'll ever get!”
“You think it was the bluff, yes?” de Vaux asked. “Me, I think no. Name of a name of a name! I was wondering with unease what life would be like on this so-alien planet!”
“You didn't need to wonder, Tiny,” Hilton assured him. “It was in the bag. He's incapable of abandonment.”
Beverly Bell, the van der Moen twins and Temple Bells all stared at Hilton in awe; and Sandra felt much the same way.
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by Edward Elmer Smith and Edward Everett Evans Masters of Space — Chapter II (1962)

And in the control room, to Sawtelle, “Needle-beam cover, please; set for minimum aperture and lethal blast. But no firing, Captain Sawtelle, until I give the order.”
The Perseus was surrounded by hundreds of natives. They were all adult, all naked and about equally divided as to sex. They were friendly; most enthusiastically so.
“Jarve!” Sandra squealed. “They're telepathic. Very strongly so! I never imagined—I never felt anything like it!”
“Any rough stuff?” Hilton demanded.
“Oh, no. Just the opposite. They love us ... in a way that's simply indescribable.
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by Edward Elmer Smith and Edward Everett Evans Masters of Space — Chapter II (1962)

Sawtelle stormed. “On a planet like that? Not by ...” He broke off and stared; for now, on that cradle, there flamed out in screaming red the Perseus' own Navy-coded landing symbols!
“Your protest is recorded,” Hilton said. “Now, sir, land.”
Fuming, Sawtelle landed. Sandra looked pointedly at Hilton. “First contact is my dish, you know.”
“Not that I like it, but it is.” He turned to a burly youth with sun-bleached, crew-cut hair, “Still safe, Frank?”
“Still abnormally low. Surprising no end, since all the rest of the planet is hotter than the middle tail-race of hell.”
“Okay, Sandy.
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