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Astro suddenly wheeled around to see Tom shaking his head weakly and trying to rise up on his elbows. He rushed back to the fallen boy's side. Roger shouted at him angrily, "Leave him alone!" "Ahhh go blow your jets!" was Astro's snarling reply as he bent over Tom, who was now sitting up. "Tom, are you O.K.?" "Yeah yeah," he replied weakly. "But stay out of this. You're the referee.
Astro's voice came back through the hose. "Don't shout so loud! I'm not on Earth, you know. I'm just ten feet above you!" Roger and Tom clapped each other on the shoulders in glee. "All set down there?" called Astro, through the hose. "O.K." replied Tom. "Listen," said Astro, "when you get outside the hatch, you'll find a pipe running along the bulkhead right over your head.
"All right un-un-uncle!" managed Roger. Astro dropped his unit mate on a bunk like a rag doll and turned back to Tom with a shrug of his shoulders. "He'll never learn, will he?" Tom grinned at Duke. "Astro's like a big overgrown puppy." "Someone ought to put him on a leash," growled Roger, crawling out of the bunk and rubbing his ribs.
"What kind of a cow?" asked Roger. "There aren't any on Roald, remember? We drink synthetic milk." "I could even eat a synthetic cow!" was Astro's grim rejoinder. "Come on, you two," said Tom. "We might as well try it. You think they're alone?" "They don't act as though there's anyone around but themselves," said Roger. "But I don't know "
"The nerve of these three infants assuming that they could ever become Space Cadets!" Tom and Roger laughed, not at the three Earthworms, but at Astro's sudden eloquence. The giant Venusian cadet usually limited his comments to a gruff Yes or No, or at most, a garbled sentence full of a veteran spaceman's oaths. Then, resuming his stern expression, Roger faced the three boys. "Sound off!
Within seconds he and the young cadet were aboard the jet boat again and, not stopping to answer Astro's or Roger's questions, he jammed his foot down hard on the acceleration lever, sending the tiny ship blasting away from the Polaris. Not until they were two miles away from the stricken rocket ship did Connel bring the craft to a stop.
What a creepy feeling to know you're out in space alone and not able to see anything." Their excitement was interrupted by Strong's voice over the ship's intercom. "Stand by, all stations!" "Here we go!" shouted Roger. "Back to the Academy and leave!" "Yeeeeooooow!" Astro's bull-like roar echoed through the ship as the cadets hurried to their flight stations.
They followed Astro's pointing finger to the ceiling. Crisscrossed, from wall to wall, were heavy wooden beams. "Raft!" Tom cried. "That's right, spaceman," said Astro, "a raft. There's enough wood up there to float the Polaris. Come on!" Astro hurried outside, with Tom and Roger following at his heels.
On the power deck, Astro had questioned a rocketman closely about the arrangement of the baffling around one of the firing chambers. The power-deck officer, Shilo Speed, heard Astro's questions, agreed with the cadet, and made the rocketman rearrange the baffling. Then, on the control deck, the pilot had been careless in maintaining his position with the other ships in the fleet.
He pointed to the giant teakwood that Astro had slept under. The three spacemen saw the makeshift sleeping bag at the same time. "Major! Look!" cried Tom and raced to the base of the tree. "It's Astro's, all right," said Connel, examining the woven bag. "I wonder if he was here when those two things were going after each other." "Yes, sir," said Roger in a choked whisper, "he was."
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