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"And with all your brains you'd probably find out these people are nothing more than a harmless bunch of colonists out on a picnic!" The professor shot out of his chair and waved an angry finger under Connel's nose. "And that would be a lot more than I'm finding out right now with that contraption of yours!" he shouted. Connel's face turned red.
"We just got our first good look at Tara. She's dead ahead. Major Connel's going to contact Space Academy, and I'm going to maneuver into our preliminary glide. Stand by for course changes." "Make it an easy touchdown. I wanta get home, you know," replied Astro good-naturedly. "O.K.," said Tom. "Better bring her down to one-quarter space speed." "Hyper or regular?" asked Astro.
"Not only that," Connel's voice had risen to an angry bark, "but you will be logged a demerit apiece for each minute you reported late. Thirteen and a half minutes, thirteen and a half demerits!" The gold and black of the Solar Guard uniform never looked more ominous as the three cadets watched the stern spaceman turn and stomp out the exit port.
He picked up the paper Tom had been working on and glanced over the figures. "Yes, sir," replied Tom, "but I still can't seem to make it come out right!" "You'll get it, Tom," said Connel. "Go over it again. But remember. Time's running out. Just one day and about twenty hours left." Connel's voice was friendly more friendly than at any time Tom could remember.
"That's the last time I ever want to hear any sympathy for a man who broke his word!" snarled Connel. "I have something I'd like to say to the major," said Astro in a deliberate voice, "as man to man!" Even at attention, Tom jerked his head involuntarily to look at Astro. Connel's eyes narrowed. "Here it comes," he thought. "Well, I've handled rebellion of this sort before."
"And as for you, Barret" Connel turned toward the man angrily "now you can see what kind of thanks you get for your dirty work! Your boss is just as willing to get rid of you as he is to destroy this project!" Barret flushed under Connel's glare and turned away. At the control panel, Tom opened the circuits to the five loaded firing chambers and then turned to Connel.
"You better get some rest, Steve," said Connel, aware of Strong's attitude. "I know how hard you've been working these past few days. So knock off and I want your word that you will go back to your quarters and get some sleep!" "Sorry, Major," replied Strong, "I can't give you my word about that." Connel's face darkened with anger. "All right! Then do what you want. Get out!" he shouted.
He was afraid he was going to get caught." Tom's voice was cold and bitter. "And we can't blame anyone but " "But Manning!" barked a voice behind them. Astro jumped up and snapped to attention. Tom turned to see Major Connel stride into the room. It was at Connel's insistence that Tom had been ordered to broadcast the alert for Roger.
He and Connel knew each other well, and after quick greetings and the introduction of the young cadet, Connel asked for the latest reports on the projectile receivers. "Lou, I've got good news for you," announced Arnold. "We've completed the receiver ramps for the test. As soon as your ship is ready to fire her cargo projectiles, we can receive them." Connel's face showed the surprise he felt.
"Cadet Alfie Higgins" Connel's voice climbed to a frenzied shriek "if you are not on this control deck in ten seconds, I'll personally see that you are fed to a dinosaur when we touch down on Tara and you'll never return. Now get down here!"
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