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The professor's been well hidden, so why not hide Astro in the same place, hoping in the meantime to get us also." "But I can't see walking into a trap, simply because we know it's there!" "Roger look! Vidac's stopping the car! Astro's trying to get away!" "Astro's fighting with Bush!" shouted Roger. "Come on! Can't you get any more push out of this wagon?"
"If there are any more ah questionable applicants, I suggest you send them to me. And if I want to give them another chance, you will, of course, follow orders." "Very well, sir," replied Tom, tight-lipped. "If you say so." Vidac's eyes hardened. "I say so, Corbett!" He turned and walked from the room. Tom sat down weakly.
"I must warn you," continued Vidac, "this is a serious matter and anything you say may be used against you. But on the other hand, if you speak freely and are willing to co-operate, I will do what I can to lessen your punishment." Hardy suddenly stepped forward and slammed his fist on Vidac's desk. "None of that! There'll be no favors to criminals!" He turned to the cadets angrily.
Jeff was stunned by Vidac's violent action and could only stammer, "I have nothing to say, sir." "Is Corbett or Manning or Astro in on this?" asked Vidac. "No, sir," Marshall said quickly. "I warn you, it won't go easy with you if I catch you shielding those cadets," snapped Vidac. "No, sir," said Marshall, swallowing hard several times, "I am not shielding them." "Very well, then.
Sykes turned to the teleceiver, flipped it on, and waited impatiently for the machine to warm up. In a moment Vidac's face came into view. Before the lieutenant governor could say a word, Sykes began to scream at him. "What's the idea of sending these brainless Space Cadets to me! Assistants bah! Can't you find something else for them to do?" bawled Sykes.
"But I'm afraid I'm not in the mood for surprises. The cadets have escaped and the whole countryside is crawling with Vidac's men looking for them. There's a reward of a thousand credits for their capture dead or alive!" Logan patted the sergeant on the shoulder. "Stop worrying, Jeff. The cadets are in the house." "What?" Logan nodded his head. "Come on inside." He paused and spoke to his son.
He figured Winters would release him from the ray charge once inside Vidac's quarters and he was ready to go into action. Winters opened the panel to Vidac's spacious office and carried Strong through to the other side where the lieutenant governor's sleeping quarters were located. He put the helpless man down on the bed, and stepping back to the panel, flipped on the neutralizer of the ray gun.
Then hiding in Professor Sykes's laboratory, Strong tuned the lab communicator to the same frequency and waited. He knew he was taking a chance. Vidac might not contact the governor on that setting if he contacted the governor at all, but there was no other way at the moment. Strong waited three hours before hearing the click of Vidac's communicator on the laboratory speaker.
"Wait a minute!" cried Roger suddenly. "Jeff Marshall!" "Jeff?" asked Tom. "What about him?" "He can get to the control deck and take a look at the logbook," answered Roger. "Say, that's right," said Tom. "Come on," said Roger. "Let's finish off this tour and get back to the Polaris. If Vidac's on the level, he'll have sent your report to Captain Strong. If not, we know where we stand."
Tom mentioned it to Winters, and Winters immediately ordered the man off the bridge, and replaced him. Such action for the safety of the colonists had made the cadets wonder about Vidac's ability. After inspecting the ship from radar mast to jet exhausts, the three cadets started back for the jet-boat deck.
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