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As he was about to buzz for the next applicant, the door burst open and Roger came into the room. The blond-haired cadet's lips were pulled tight in a grim line. "There's something rocket-blasting screwy around here, Tom!" he exclaimed. "What do you mean?" asked Tom. "I just rejected a real low-down space crawler a guy named Tad Winters." "Yes?" Tom was alert, anticipating Roger's answer.
And he sought to blast me here on a false charge of cribbing. For now I know in my soul that he put that paper crib in my handkerchief that Friday morning months ago!" Dick's indignation, as he rode, was more than personal. True, he longed to show up the sneak who had nearly wound up another and honest cadet's career here at West Point.
This time, when he came, there could at once be felt in him, after long living in camps, that rapid change in age, which so often imperceptibly and rapidly transforms a boy into a youth. He had already finished the cadet academy and with pride counted himself a junker; although he still walked around in a cadet's uniform, with aversion.
"We figured you'd get around to thinking about the other ship sooner or later," said Quent behind him, jamming the ray gun in his back. "So we just came here and waited for you." "Go get the other one, Quent," said Ross. Jerking Tom sideways into the coupling chamber, he rammed his gun into the curly-haired cadet's stomach.
Pride filled his Cadet's soul. He felt that he was behaving correctly and valiantly. What was the consequence? The uninvited guests opened everything themselves and rummaged where they pleased. A constable put aside all those books which looked suspicious. Several of these books had been published in Russia quite openly and sold no less openly.
But he clamped his teeth together and made a quick lunge for Miles, reaching for the spaceman's throat. Expecting the attack, Miles stepped aside quickly and brought the gun down sharply on the big cadet's head. Astro dropped to the floor, half-stunned. The black-clad spaceman leveled the ray gun and sneered, "Try that again, you overgrown punk, and I'll drop you on your head."
Cadet Merriam flushed slightly, as he saluted the naval officer. Then the cadet's jaws settled squarely. He remained silent. A few more questions and the hour was up. Lieutenant Commander Mayhew gave the order for the cadets to pass above and embark on the cutters.
The academic part of the cadet's year is divided into two halves. The first half winds up in January. During the last few weeks before the period for the winter examination, there is a general review in some of the subjects, notably in mathematics. This general review brings out all of a man's weak points in his subject. Incidentally, it should strengthen him in his weak points.
"George," answered Petrov in a hoarse, cadet's bass. "Jorjik Jorochka! Ah, how very nice!" She suddenly drew near to his ear and whispered with a cunning face: "Jorochka, come to me." Petrov was abashed and forlornly let out in a bass: "I don't know ... It all depends on what the comrade says, now..." Verka burst into loud laughter: "There's a case for you! Say, what an infant it is!
"That's the man you're going to work for." Scott walked over to the circular desk and spoke rapidly to the officer inside. As Tom approached, Stefens gave him a quick, sharp glance. It sent a shiver down the cadet's spine. Scott waved to him to come over. "Captain Stefens, this is Cadet Tom Corbett." Tom came to attention.
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