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Meantime Roald Amundsen had a gale in Lat. 87-88 degrees on December 5, with falling and drifting snow, yet not too bad to stop his party travelling: he was 11,000 feet above our level at this time and covering 25 miles a day.

"DEAR CAPTAIN SCOTT, As you probably are the first to reach this area after us, I will ask you kindly to forward this letter to King Haakon VII. If you can use any of the articles left in the tent please do not hesitate to do so. The sledge left outside may be of use to you. With kind regards I wish you a safe return. "Yours truly, ROALD AMUNDSEN."

And remember, we are no longer people of Venus, Earth, Mars, or Titan, we are citizens of Roald!" There was a roar of approval from the colonists. A band began to play and the assembly was adjourned. "He talks sense," Hyram Logan commented. "Real fighting sense!" "I'd like it a lot better, though," replied Astro, "if he didn't make it sound like a rally." "Yeah," agreed Roger.

In four separate soundproof cubicles in a small office in the Administration Building on Roald, the three space cadets and Jeff Marshall racked their brains to remember simple equations and formulas, knowledge learned years ago but long-since forgotten, for the more complicated subjects of space, time, and rocket travel.

"You mean that Vidac doesn't know you're here?" asked Astro. "No," said Jane. "But we had to come. Vidac was going to " She stopped and turned to her father. "Maybe you'd better tell them, Father." "Well," said Logan slowly, "we just heard that Vidac is going to hold trial for you three boys right here on Roald." "Trial!" exclaimed Astro. "How'd you find that out?" asked Tom.

There was no better place to drop out of sight than on Ganymede, for it was here that the deep spacers, gigantic spaceships that hauled supplies to the colonies of Alpha Centauri, Tara, and Roald made their last stop. If Roger had finally made good his threat to leave the Academy, Ganymede was the logical place to do it. But why? "Yeow!" Astro's bull-like roar echoed through the Good Company.

"I'm positive, Commander," replied the beautiful young doctor of astrophysics. "The tests are conclusive. There is uranium on Roald!" "But I don't understand why it wasn't discovered before this?" mused Strong. "It's been nearly a year since the first exploratory expedition out to Roald." "Samplings of the soil of Roald were taken from all sections of the satellite, Steve," replied Joan.

As they circled their mother ship, Roger pointed out the vessel they were going to and Tom settled down to full throttle in the direction of Roald colony vessel Number Twelve. The huge converted luxury liner carrying many of the colonists was several lanes away in the sprawling formation of ships and it would take several minutes for them to traverse the four hundred miles to Number Twelve.

Then Strong scrambled to his feet and cold-bloodedly turned the ray on Winters, blasting him into immobility. He turned grimly toward the panel and raced to the slidestairs. If Vidac had a warrant for his arrest, signed by Hardy, then Vidac knew where Hardy was. If he could follow the lieutenant governor, he might possibly learn just where the mystery of Roald began and who was after what and why.

Tom smiled. "Each is charged by a miniature power pack, sir." "The uranium deposits out in the hills affected these watches," continued Astro, "the same way they affected the electronic instruments on the spaceships coming in to Roald." "I'll tell you what," said Jeff. "I'll make a check." "Wait a minute," said Logan. "I just remembered something " "What, sir?" asked Tom. "Professor Sykes!