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Professor Hemmingwell had immediately run out of the hangar to inform Commander Walters, leaving Barret alone to check the damage. "Then you and Commander Walters and the Space Marines showed up, sir," he concluded. "That's all I know." "All right," said Connel and turned to the professor. "Your statement, Professor Hemmingwell." "It happened just about the way Dave said," Hemmingwell began.
"Have you seen him, Connel?" As Connel lowered his bulk into a soft chair, he sighed. "Steve is with his unit, chewing them out over that fight with the Capella unit." Walters grinned. "You heard about our trial, Professor?" "Yes," replied Hemmingwell stiffly. "Frankly, I cannot see how Captain Strong can ignore this meeting to hold hands with those infantile cadets."
Connel watched them go, a ferocious scowl on his craggy features. "Little rough on them, weren't you, Major?" asked the man who stood beside the Solar Guard officer. "Rules are meant to be obeyed, Professor Hemmingwell," retorted Connel stiffly. "Perhaps you're right," mused the stranger. "But what's this about an inquiry?" "A trial, Professor.
Don't let your feelings for those boys get out of hand." "Blast it!" exclaimed Professor Hemmingwell. "While you continue talking about those stupid cadets, you're just wasting my time. There's plenty of work to do and precious little time to do it in." He turned to Barret. "Come on, Dave, let's get this mess cleared away." "Yes, sir," said Dave Barret.
"Here comes number two," said Professor Hemmingwell excitedly, and began to repeat the process to draw the approaching projectiles back into the ship. One after another, five projectiles were taken aboard successfully. Then, as he worked on the sixth, the professor began to frown. He rechecked his instruments and then shook his head, obviously disturbed.
Dave Barret, Commander Walters, and Professor Hemmingwell turned to their study of the map, but Major Connel remained where he was, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He shook his head as if to brush an impossible idea out of his mind and then turned to the map.
"No, he doesn't," snapped Professor Hemmingwell. "This is something I developed that only the commander and myself know about." "So, if you and Commander Walters are the only ones that know about it," said Steve Strong slowly, "then a saboteur would have thought it unimportant and concentrated on the rest of the mechanism." "Looks that way," mused Connel.
"And that reminds me, Professor," he continued. "Where is your hangar going to be? And where is that spur coming in from? Are we going to have a lot of building to do to get that blasted thing snaked over those hills?" Connel pointed to the protective ring of high rugged peaks that surrounded the Academy. "That's why Dave Barret here is so important," replied Hemmingwell.
As Connel walked up to him, Hemmingwell raised his head slowly, still under the effects of the sedative. "What's what's happening, Major?" he asked haltingly. "Professor," said Connel, "one of two things is going to happen. Either your ship will be blown to space dust or Carter Devers will be finished and we'll bring your ship back to Earth!" "Good, good," murmured Hemmingwell.
They both came running up, their blasters held at ready. "What is it?" demanded Astro. "What's going on here?" "Arrest that man!" shouted Barret. Astro and Roger looked questioningly at Troy. They did not know him personally but had seen him around the hangar and knew that he worked closely with the professor and Barret. Still vaguely distrustful of Barret's behavior, Astro turned to Hemmingwell.
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