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Connel roared again. "Blast your hide, Manning, report!" "Better raise ship, Manning," said Loring, "you might get another nasty demerit!" Roger turned away and raced to the control deck. He entered breathlessly and stood beside his unit-mates while Connel eyed him coldly. "Thank you, Cadet Manning," said Connel. "We appreciate your being here!" "Yes, sir," mumbled Roger.
"You wanta keep it this way for a while?" he asked. "I mean, forget about talking to Captain Strong?" "Roger's the best astrogator and radar man in the Academy, Astro. There's something bothering him. But I'm willing to bet that whatever it is, Roger will work it out. And if we're really unit-mates, then we won't sell him out now, when he may need us most." "That's it, then," said Astro.
"Allow me to introduce myself to my new unit-mates. My name is Manning Roger Manning. But then, we're old friends, aren't we?" "Stow that rocket wash, Manning," snapped Mike. He glanced at the clock over the door. "You have an hour and forty-five minutes until lunch time. I suggest you take a walk around the Academy and familiarize yourselves with the arrangement of the buildings."
Without a word, Astro grabbed them by the arms and rushed them into the restaurant. They were no sooner seated when a recorded voice announced the menu over a small loud-speaker on the table. Astro promptly ordered dinosaur, and to his unit-mates' amazement, the voice politely inquired: "Would the spacemen prefer to have it broiled
I want to compliment you on the way you've handled yourselves these past few months. You boys are real spacemen!" He saluted and disappeared down the ladder leading to the exit port. "And that," said Roger, turning to his unit-mates, "is known as the royal come-on for a dirty detail!" "Ahhh, stop your gassing, Manning," growled Astro.
You're due in the examination hall in a few minutes." "It's no good, Tom, I just can't understand that stuff." Astro turned and faced his unit-mates, his voice charged with sudden emotion. "Just fifteen minutes on the power deck of anything with rockets in her and I'll run her from here to the next galaxy.
They called to Roger through the hose and told him to bring two more emergency lights and the remainder of the Martian water. Three minutes later the Polaris unit was together again. Standing on the deck beside his two unit-mates, Roger brushed himself off and smiled. "Well," he said, "looks like we made it!" "Yeah," said Tom, "but take a look at this!"
He towered over Tom and Roger, and though shorter than Astro, he made up for this by sheer force of personality. When he spoke, his voice was like a deep foghorn that had suddenly learned the use of vowels. "So this is the great Polaris unit, eh?" he bellowed. "You're two minutes late!" Tom suddenly felt that he and his unit-mates were all alone in the corridor with the major.
When we see Major 'Blast-off' Connel again, we'll be giving the orders with a paralo-ray!" The two disgruntled spacemen turned quickly and walked to the nearest slidewalk, disappearing around a building. Aboard the Polaris, Tom confronted his two unit-mates. "Now look, fellows. After the hard time Major Connel just gave us, let's see if we can't really stay on the ball from now on."
" ... fourteen hundred thirty fourteen hundred fifty fourteen hundred seventy " He faced his unit-mates. "Well, that does it. The mass is maintaining a steady reaction without the energizing pumps. It's sustaining itself!" "But how is that possible?" asked Tom. "It's one of those freaks, Tom. It's been known to happen before.
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