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"Do you have any kind of light?" asked Connel. "Yes, we have a light. But we are not going to give away our positions. We know how to move in here. You don't." "Then how do you expect me to prove it?" "The burden of proof lies with you." "Have you ever heard of me?" asked Connel after a pause. "We know there is an officer in the Solar Guard named Connel." "I am that officer," asserted Connel.
I'm satisfied that it was an accident." "Yes, sir," replied Slick, and left the group with the grateful driver. Connel relaxed for the first time and turned to Carter Devers who had been standing by silently. "Well, Carter," he said, "see what I meant about the Polaris unit getting into trouble! Blast it, if they don't start it, they sure can finish it." He turned to Tom.
So if they were just hooking a ride, it might be they're telling the truth!" "I have a report here on the damage to the station, sir, if you'd like to listen to it," said Stefens, handing his superior a spool of audiotape. "Good! Did you make out the report yourself?" asked Connel. "Yes, sir. With the assistance of Terry Scott and Cadet Corbett." "Good lad, that Corbett," said Connel and paused.
One by one the white puffs of dust from the reactor units were exploding on the surface of the planetoid. Soon the whole satellite was covered with the radioactive cloud. "I'm sure glad we're not on that baby now," whispered Tom. "Same here, spaceman!" said Connel. It was evening of the first full day after leaving Junior before the routine of the long haul back to Space Academy had begun.
From one side of the circular dais, Tom saw Major Connel enter the room. He snapped to attention and saluted smartly. "Morning, Corbett," said Connel, returning Tom's salute. "Getting into the swing of the operation?" "Yes, sir," said Tom. "I've handled about twenty approaches since Captain Stefens left me alone, and about fifty departures."
"Yes, sir!" said Roger, and while Connel, Astro, and Tom roared with laughter, he poured an entire bottle of water on Barret's face. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Shouting angrily, Barret sat in one of the pilot's chairs, flanked by Roger and Astro, while Connel and Tom stood in front of him firing questions.
Not only had he supervised the construction of the new control panel, but he had been working on a special report to present to the Solar Guard Review Board requesting another trial for Astro and Roger. And he had spent every spare minute haunting the MP headquarters of the Solar Guard for word of Tom. So, he accepted the compliments of Connel and Professor Hemmingwell with little enthusiasm.
"All set to fire, sir!" he called. "Any word from Manning?" asked Connel. "Not while I've been here," replied Astro. Connel picked up the intercom microphone. "Hello, Manning!" he shouted. "What's the story?" "Coming up to the last chapter," replied Roger over the intercom. "Devers is holding course. Should cross our bow in two minutes!" "Good," replied Connel. "Keep us posted!"
Only a hundred and fifty feet away the tyrannosaurus, hearing Connel's voice, suddenly stopped. Its head weaved back and forth as though it suspected a trap. "Fire!" roared Connel. Tom and Roger fired together, but at the same moment the monster lunged toward Connel's position. Both shots missed, the energy charges merely scorching its sides.
"Remember, this unit has but one job. To start the reaction. When the reaction fuel gets hot enough, it'll start a reaction of the copper on Junior and sustain itself. Try a smaller amount of the reactant. But whatever you do, keep working. Only a day and a few hours left." Connel looked at Shinny. "Keep him working, Mr. Shinny," he ordered. "I know he can do it. Just keep him going."
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