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In their flight, Colonel Connel's horse stumbled and fell, throwing the Colonel off, by which means he lost his cap and sword, and was badly bruised. Captain Rickards immediately came to his assistance, and gave him his horse, the Captain making his way out on foot. All got safely back to their men.
Connel's bull-throated roar blasted through the intercom of the gleaming projectile ship from the power deck where Dave Barret was stationed, up to the radar bridge where Professor Hemmingwell waited anxiously. On the main deck, seated at the controls, Connel spoke rapidly into the audioceiver microphone. "Projectile vessel to spaceport traffic control," he called. "Request blast-off clearance!"
Kelly was denouncing one of the reputed sins of the province to which she belonged, and describing the horrors of "schaming." "Them underhand ways," she declared, "niver come to no good. Av' it's thrue what Father Connel's afther telling me, there'll harum come of it before it's done and over. Schaming, schaming, and schaming for iver! The back of my hand to such doings!
Then all we have to do is make the torpedo miss once and it won't come back." "Heaven help us all!" was Connel's groaning reply. "On the ball, Tom!" cried Roger. "She's closing in on us!" "I see her," replied Tom calmly. "Hang on, everybody. I'm going to turn this ship inside out!"
They were just old spacemen now, reliving old times together. "Funny thing, though, you never knew I had two more bottles hidden in the tube chamber!" "Why, you old space crawler!" roared Connel. "You put one over on me!" Roger and Astro and Alfie had never known Connel's first name. They rolled the name over in their minds, fitting the name to the man.
"Get that Venusian on the power deck to give me a three-second shot on the starboard rocket, if he can find the right handles!" "I heard that, Manning!" roared Astro's voice on the intercom. "Another crack like that and I'll make you get out and push this baby around!" "You execute that order and do it blasted quick!" Major Connel's voice exploded over the intercom.
The tiny jet boat raced out across the blue-green sea that swept up in giant swells along the snow-white sandy beaches. It was a temptation to set the small craft down and enjoy the pleasure of a swim after the many days of cramped, tortured living on the Polaris. But Tom remembered Connel's orders and also had a lot of respect for some of the things he had seen swimming in the water.
"Do you know anything about the bomb we found on the Polaris on our trip to Venus?" asked Tom. "I planned that little surprise myself, Corbett," said Sinclair. "Unfortunately our agents on Earth bungled it." "It seems to me that was pretty stupid. There would have been another man sent in Major Connel's place, and we were warned that something big was in the wind."
"Well, gentlemen," said Walters, "thanks to Corbett and the others on this mission, we have all the information we need to counter the Nationalists. I propose to follow Major Connel's plan and attack the base at noon tomorrow. Squadrons A and B will approach from the south and east at exactly noon. Squadrons C, D, and E will come in from the north and west as a second wave at 1202.
"Steve," she began, "I was in charge of the psychograph tests taken of all the workers at the projectile operation after the first mishap " "How did you know about the second?" Strong interrupted quickly, remembering Connel's admonition about keeping the incident quiet.
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