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Then I'd skin him, take the hams and shoulders, and get out of there fast before the wild dogs got wind of the blood. I'd usually hunt pretty close to a settlement where I could get the meat frozen. After that, I'd just have to call a couple of the big restaurants in Venusport and get the best price. I used to make as much as fifty credits on one kill."
"Wouldn't it be better to let me go without any fanfare?" mused the burly spaceman. "I could just take a ship and act as though I'm on some kind of special detail. As a matter of fact, Higgleston at the Venusport lab has some information I could use." "Anything Higgleston could tell you," interjected Sykes, "I can tell you! You're just too stubborn to listen to me."
I'd hate to be the tyranno that crosses your path!" The boys grinned. "Thanks for everything, sir," said Tom. "You've been a lot of help." "Think nothing of it, Tom. Just bring back a pair of tyranno scalps!" "Where are Mr. and Mrs. Hill?" asked Astro. "We'd like to say good-by to them." "They left before you got up," replied Sinclair. "They're taking a few days off for a visit to Venusport."
"There is a ship," said Shinny. "Not too good, but a spaceship." "Where?" asked Loring. "Near Venusport. Out in the jungles, to be exact. Needs a little fixing, but it'll make a deep space hop well enough." "Who does it belong to?" demanded Loring. "Me," said Shinny, a strange twinkle in his eyes. "You?" gasped Loring. "By the craters of Luna, where did you get a spaceship?"
"You and the cadets, along with Governor Hardy, will blast off tonight and go to Venusport for the first screenings." He faced the cadets. "You three boys have a tremendous responsibility. In many cases your decisions might mean the difference between success or failure in this mission. See that you make good decisions, and when you've made them, stick by them.
Connel nodded his head. "It's probably nothing but a club. However, I'd like to get some facts on it." "Have you spoken to anyone else?" asked Sinclair. "I just came from the Sharkey plantation. It's deserted. Not a soul around. I'll drop back by there before I return to Venusport." Connel paused and looked squarely at Sinclair. "Well?" "I don't know much about them, Major," replied the planter.
It had taken very little time, but the big cadet had lingered over it, trying to find answers to his three problems. Around him, the workers were leaving their benches and lathes, to be replaced by still others. A twelve-hour shift was being used by the Nationalists in their frantic preparations for an attack on the Venusport garrison of the Solar Guard.
"You know, as soon as you left, I went over to talk to Al Sharkey. I was plenty mad and really blasted him, but he swears that he was in Venusport at the time and doesn't know a thing about the raid." Connel nodded. "That's true. We checked on him. But while he might not have been in on the raid itself, there's nothing that says he didn't order it done!"
Loring hissed. He turned blandly to face Stefens. "Well, Captain, glad you came. I wanted to talk to you about getting us transportation back to Venusport." "You'll have to wait for the jet liner from Earth," said Stefens. "See me in about two hours. Right now, I've got to make arrangements for the investigation of the crash." "Sure, sir," said Loring.
A ten P.M. until six A.M. curfew will go into effect immediately. Anyone caught on the streets between these hours will be arrested. An attack is expected on the city of Venusport, as well as other Venusian cities, momentarily. Follow established routine for such an occurrence. Obey officers and enlisted men of the Solar Guard who are here on Venus to protect you and your property. That is all!"
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