"Edmond Hamilton - Captain Future 13 - The Face of the Deep" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Edmond)

created as an experiment by the two colleagues; and
the android, who had been similarly created -- these
three had first been Curt's tutors and guardians, and
then his comrades in the crusading adventures
which had won him the name of Captain Future.
They had followed him faithfully to far stars and
worlds. They were following him now.
"Oh, all right," Curt said, dissimulating his
feelings. "But you'll find this a pretty dull voyage."
"I wonder?" replied the Brain, his strange lens-
eyes fixed thoughtfully on Curt's face.
The Vulcan suddenly lurched upward with a roar
of bursting rocket-tubes. They clung to stanchions
as the ship took off. Swiftly, it screamed up through
Earth's atmosphere into the vast and shoreless sea
of space.
The young Mercurian lieutenant started with
them through the ship toward the bridge-room. As
they left the airlock, they met Joan Randall. Her
jaw dropped ludicrously at sight of them. Then her
eyes grew stormy.
"You came along! As though I were a baby who
needed watching over! Curt Newton, I won't stand
for it!"
" Afraid you'll have to, darling," grinned Curt.
"We're already at least ten thousand miles away
from Earth."
She was still protesting indignantly as they went
forward through the mid-deck of the ship. This was
the prison-cell deck. Along its main corridor were
the barred doors of scores of cells. From behind the
bars, convicts glared like caged wolves a they
passed.
SQUAT, evil-faced Jovian in one of the
cells set up a roar as he saw Curt and his
comrades pass.
A
"It's Captain Future, mates!" he shouted. "He's
aboard!" A raging tumult instantly arose. Threats,
maledictions, oaths, were hurled at the Futurermen
as they passed along the corridor.
Not a criminal in the System but had good
reason to hate the name of Captain Future. He had
sent many an evil-doer out to the gray inferno of
Interplanetary Prison to which these men were
destined.
The tumult rose. The senseless shrieks of the
madman Rollinger added weirdly to it. Captain
Future's bronzed face was coolly imperturbable as
he strode along. He seemed unaware of the raging