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Updated: June 27, 2025
"See that this man" Connel indicated Roger "is given medical attention at once." Drifi eyed the major cautiously. "I make this request as one officer to another," said Connel. "A point of honor between opponents." Drifi's eyes gleamed visibly at the word officer, and Tom almost grinned at Connel's subtle flattery.
Give it to him in the legs. Try to cut him down!" Roger and Tom lay flat on the ground and trained their rifles on the approaching beast. "I'll take the right leg," said Roger. "You take the left, Tom." "On target!" replied Tom, squinting through the sight. "Ready!" Connel's voice roared across the trail.
He opened the main rockets full. "Seventy-five feet! Stand by!" yelled Tom. Connel's hands flashed over the control panel of the ship, snapping switches, flipping levers, and turning dials in an effort to bring the ship to a smooth landing. There was a sudden roar of rockets and then a gentle bump. "Touchdown!" roared Connel.
Tom spoke quickly and precisely, giving full details on the location of the base, the approximate number of fighting ships, the armament of each, the location of supply dumps, and finally of Major Connel's plan to sabotage the radar at noon the following day. Then, one by one, each official asked him questions pertinent to their tasks.
As soon as the ship reached weightless space, Tom flipped on the gravity generators and put the Polaris on her course to Venus. Almost immediately the intercom began to blast. "Now hear this!" Major Connel's voice roared. "Corbett, Manning, and Astro! I don't want any of your space-blasted nonsense on this trip!
Connel cleared his throat, and with a sidelong glance at Tom and a wink, dismissed the young officer, ordering him to have a jet car sent for them right away. "Take mine, sir," said the young officer, happy to have escaped Connel's wrath so easily. It was not too long ago that he had been a cadet at the Academy and he remembered all too clearly what Connel could do when he was mad.
I did the job all right, but for three weeks after, my face was swollen and I couldn't open my eyes. I almost went blind." Roger grunted and continued to line the clear plastic fish-bowl helmets with the darker protective shields. Connel's voice rang through the cabin over the communicator: "I guess we'd better go down and get it over with.
Astro and Shinny followed Connel's jet boat in a long sweeping dive to the surface of the satellite. Stepping out of the air-cooled jet boat onto the torrid unprotected surface of the flat plain was like stepping into a furnace. Even with space suits as protection, the five Earthmen were forced to work in relays in the digging of the hole for the reactor unit. "Attention! Attention!
"Very clear, sir!" gulped Roger. Connel turned to Astro. "And you're the home-grown atomic-rocket genius, Venusian style, eh?" "Yes, sir," choked Astro. "I'm from Venus." "Bucked rockets on the old chemical burners as a kid before entering the Academy, eh?" asked Connel. There was less than an inch and a half between Astro's face and Major Connel's jaw.
"It'll only take ten seconds to tell you that if you don't get outta here Cadet Manning gets blasted!" "What?" roared Connel. "That's right," snarled Loring. "You're the one that's got thirty seconds to get out of here, or Manning takes a swim in space!" "Why, you " Connel's face was twisted with rage. "You can't threaten me!" "I ain't threatening you," said Loring, "I'm telling you!
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