A short story that would quite simply be unpublishable even a few years beyond its 1930 publication date. Prospective readers should only seek this out for an historical view of the very earliest science fiction, and of the very earliest work of Jack Williamson, who was here developing into the fine writer that he would shortly become.
The most annoying thing about this story that one cannot overlook even considering its early appearance in SF: the protagonists are astoundingly naïve. "Send us to Venus one-way without any survival needs - rations, tools or even matches".
It's not enjoyable to read about ignorant people who get themselves in trouble through stupidity and then become a burden to those that would need to rescue them.