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It is hard to say which was the more laughable: the spare and bony figure of the cadet, sitting bolt upright like a graven image in a tight uniform, with his eyes glued to the ceiling of his barrack-room, or the young man, with gaunt features, round shoulders, and uncombed hair, who wandered alone about the streets of Paris in 1795. They had the same love of method and of order.
"Captain Strong is here, sir," repeated the enlisted man. "Send him right in," said Walters. Seconds later the door slid back and Steve Strong entered and saluted. After the introductions were completed and the Solar Guard captain had taken a seat with his cadet unit, Commander Walters immediately launched into the purpose of the meeting.
He went down in the water up to his knees, but held on to a stay with his left hand. The icy water made the youth gasp. But he set his teeth hard and looked down for Coulter. Presently he saw the other cadet bob upward. Then a hand came up and was waved frantically. Jack tried his best to reach that hand, but could not. Then Coulter commenced to sink again from sight. "I must save him!
"Then, at least turn the gem inside, you silly fellow; for everybody must be aware that a cadet from Gascony does not find such stones in his mother's jewel case." "You think, then, I have something to dread?" asked d'Artagnan. "I mean to say, young man, that he who sleeps over a mine the match of which is already lighted, may consider himself in safety in comparison with you."
Later in the afternoon all candidates were notified that academic examinations would begin at eight o'clock the next morning in the Academic Building. And now the candidates began to shiver! "Bad" as the start had been, they hoped, to a man, that they would pass these academic examinations. To fail meant to return home, the dream of being a cadet shattered!
Tom spun the dials on the audioceiver desperately, ranging over every circuit and repeating his cry. "This is Cadet Corbett! I am being held prisoner with Cadet Roger Manning aboard the spaceship Space Knight in space quadrant four, chart C for Charley...." Suddenly the hum of the generators stopped and the glow of the tubes in the audioceiver died.
The big cadet referred to a recent letter he had seen in which one of the blond-haired cadet's many space dolls referred to his sensitivity as being that of a poet, and his dancing as smooth as the reflexes of a cat. Roger spun on the big cadet. "You blasted throwback to a Venusian ape!" he roared. "If I ever catch you reading my mail again " "You'll what?" growled Astro.
The only movement to be seen was the slow pacing of the cadet watch officers, patrolling their beats; the only sound, the measured clicking of their boots on the metal strips of the slidewalks. On the north side of the quadrangle near the Tower, a young watch officer paused in front of one of the dormitories and scanned the darkened windows of the durasteel and crystal building.
And if such a challenge came to the ears of the superintendent, or of the commandant of cadets, you'd be fired out of the corps before you'd have time to turn around twice." "Who'd carry the tale that I did call Prescott out?" retorted Cadet Jordan, with a knowing leer. "Prescott would, if he were a tenth part of the bootlick that you represent him to be," replied Stubbs.
How much time left?" "Twenty seconds," said Astro. "Roger smacked you after I called time." "If he did, I didn't know a thing about it. I was out." Tom managed a cold smile. "Nice punch, Roger." "Ten seconds," said Astro, stepping back off the mat. "Thanks for the compliment, Corbett." Roger eyed the other cadet speculatively. "But are you sure you want to go on?"
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