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Without a word, Astro grabbed them by the arms and rushed them into the restaurant. They were no sooner seated when a recorded voice announced the menu over a small loud-speaker on the table. Astro promptly ordered dinosaur, and to his unit-mates' amazement, the voice politely inquired: "Would the spacemen prefer to have it broiled
He waited, the silence of the loud-speaker more menacing than anything the spaceman had ever encountered before. Again and again, the Solar Guard officer tried to raise the cadet on the Polaris. Finally he turned back to the four crewmen who hovered around the jet boat, hoping against hope. "Whatever it is," he said, "I'm sure Tom is doing the right thing.
Provision had been made for feeding and watering the animals under free-fall conditions, but keeping them sanitary was proving a near-impossible task; and though the cages were sealed to confine the inevitable upset away from the remainder of the lab, it was good to hear that the problem was nearly over as the news of the imminent countdown came over the loud-speaker. Meantime, Dr.
Strong turned to the enlisted spaceman. "Contact the ships and see if everything's all right," he ordered. "Very well, sir," replied the spaceman, turning to the audioceiver microphone. "Spaceport control to rocket ships Space Lance, Space Knight, and Good Company. Come in, please." There was a crackling of static over the loud-speaker and then the calm voice of Tom filled the control tower.
As the last sentence came over the loud-speaker, Mike sprang to the intercom. He quickly keyed the direct line to engineering. "Ishie," he said, "I gather you're safe?" "Yes, Mike. Situation here very secure. I heard announcement of conflict. You need not tell me to put the Cow under our control. It is done. She will obey no one else until further instructed from here.
I've accepted your surrender and hold you to it on your honor as a spaceman!" He paused, waiting for acknowledgment, then called again. "Are you there, Miles?" There was a crackle of static over the loud-speaker and Miles' voice rang out on the control deck of the Polaris. "I'm here, Walters. Come on aboard!" Walters turned to Strong and Kit. "Let's go.
They're contradictory. I can't help that. All I have are the facts." The loud-speaker said crisply: "The attack on the transport plane any pilots present who were in that fight?" Someone at the back said: "Yes, sir. Here." "How good was their ship? Could it have been a guided missile?" "No, sir. No guided missile. Whoever drove that ship was right on board. And that ship was good.
Tom asked finally. "Yes, do that, Tom," Kit replied. The curly-haired cadet quickly climbed the ladder to the radar bridge and sat wearily in front of the teleceiver. "Spaceship Good Company to Ganymede spaceport," he called. "Come in, Ganymede." Seconds later, the voice of the Ganymede control operator crackled over the loud-speaker in reply. "Ganymede station to Good Company. Go ahead."
Hilmarc's tirade was suddenly interrupted by a shrill whistle and the glare of a red flare overhead. There was a chorus of shouts as the men ducked for cover. A voice, Connel recognized as Tom's, boomed out over the loud-speaker of the large jet ship near the edge of the clearing. "Now hear this! You are covered by an atomic mortar. Drop your guns and raise your hands!"
As Roger's voice roared over the intercom loud-speaker of the speedy rocket scout, down on the power deck Astro's face turned red. "Manning," he growled into the intercom microphone, "if I didn't need you to get me back to Mother Earth, I'd come up there and take you apart!"
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