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He did well on that last trip into deep space during that trouble on Roald." "Yes, sir," said Strong. "And I'll gladly endorse it." "Is that all, sir?" asked the enlisted man. "That's it, spaceman!" said Strong. When the man didn't move right away, Walters and Strong looked at him. "Well, what is it?"
On December 16, 1911, a Norwegian exploring party headed by Captain Roald Amundsen reached the South Pole. The discovery thus followed with surprising closeness after Peary's triumph in reaching the North Pole in 1909.
The door suddenly opened and a uniformed messenger thrust a dispatch into Strong's hands. "What's this?" asked Strong, tearing the Solar Guard seal. "Message from spaceport control, sir," said the messenger. "They report a fleet of ships approaching Roald, under full thrust." "A fleet!" gasped Strong. "But how? Why?" Sykes laughed, winked at Jane, and slapped his thigh.
"We only discovered it at Space Academy ourselves a little while ago." "They knew about it all right," asserted Sykes. "Hardy told me so himself. He got the information from an old prospector who had made application to come to Roald as a colonist. The space rat had been here before, as a sailor on a deep spacer that had wandered off course.
Each colonist will be required to remain on the satellite for that seven-year period. After that, should he leave, he would be required to sell all his rights and property on Roald." "And the farmers, sir," asked Tom, "and all the rest. Will they all be treated the same way?" "Exactly the same, according to their individual abilities.
Whilst lazily gazing at fertile Madeira from our anchorage we little dreamt that within two months the distinguished Norseman, Roald Amundsen, would be unfolding his plans to his companions on board the "Fram" in this very anchorage, plans which changed the whole published object of his expedition, plans which culminated in the triumph of the Norwegian flag over our own little Union Jack, and plans which caused our people a fearful disappointment for Amundsen's ultimate success meant our failure to achieve the main object of our Expedition: to plant the British Flag first at the South Pole.
We'll see this through. In a short while you'll be on duty again." A half-hour later, in one of the converted jet boats, Steve Strong sped along the smooth broad streets and flat level highways of the colony. He was heading for the Logan farm and the long drive through the Roald countryside would ordinarily have been interesting and enjoyable.
"Your boss, Vidac! And he said I was to tell you to pass me!" Roger stood up and looked the man in the eye. "You've had your space papers suspended twice, Mr. Winters. Once for smuggling, and once for insubordination on a deep-space merchantman. Your application to go to Roald is rejected." "We'll see about that!" growled Winters. "Gimme that, you space jerk!"
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