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"And with Quent Miles in there, it's going to be a very hot race," asserted Strong. "Ummmmh," Walters grunted. "He's the unknown quantity. Did you see that ship of his? Never saw anything more streamlined in my whole life." "And the cadets said he stripped her of everything but the hull plates." "It paid off for him," said Walters.
"There are going to be time trials before the race," said Brett. "The three fastest ships are going to make the final run. I'm not worried about the race itself. I've got a plan that will assure us of winning. It's the time trials that's got me bothered." "Leave that to me," said Quent. The jet cab pulled up to the main gate of the spaceport and the two men got out.
"Don't ask questions!" snapped Ross. "Do as I tell you." "O.K." Quent spun away and headed for the coupling locks that held the two ships together. Ross turned back to the ladder and flipped his ray gun on neutralizing charge, releasing Roger from the effects of the paralo ray. The blond-haired cadet staggered to his feet shakily.
It's so good that he got back here still carrying half a tank of reactant." "Well, you haven't any kick with me," asserted Miles. "I dumped that stuff in his tanks." "Then how come he made it so fast?" growled Brett. "How come he made it at all?" "How should I know?" snapped Quent. "Listen, Charley, lay off me. You might be able to order Ross around, but you don't scare me.
"I suggest that you sleep out at the spaceport tonight," said Strong. "The first ship will have to be inspected before she blasts off, and that means you will have to look her over before six." "Yes, sir," replied Tom. "And watch out for Quent Miles," warned Strong. "Yes, sir," said the curly-haired cadet. "I know what you mean." "The course is to Luna and return! Spaceman's luck."
The roar was now deafening. Tom stepped inside cautiously, followed by Astro. They found themselves on a small balcony overlooking a huge subterranean room. In the room they saw Quent Miles and Charles Brett bending over a table on which were several delicate electronic instruments.
"Do we have a whole shipload of the stuff?" asked Quent. Ross grinned. "About two million credits' worth." Quent rubbed his hands together. "We're in clover." He laughed and slapped his brother on the back. "Well, I suppose the Solar Guard is looking for us by now?" Ross grinned. "Right. So we pull the old trick, eh? We have two very likely prospects right there." He pointed to Roger and Tom.
We can turn off the oxygen that we're sucking off from the Solar Guard pumps, and by the time we get back here, the old satellite will be back to normal. Then, with the equipment repaired and Olympia back to normal, we can really begin operations." Quent nodded quickly. "Good idea. Come on. Let's get this stuff aboard the ship." On the balcony Tom and Astro looked at each other.
Strong then contacted Quent Miles' vessel. "Is Manning there, Miles?" "Yeah, he's here. Dead asleep!" growled Miles. "I thought you said he was going to be a help." Strong's face grew red. "Well, wake him up," he snapped. "You come wake him up," said Miles, and then the speaker went dead. "Control tower to Space Knight!" Strong called angrily. "Come in, Miles. Control tower to Space Knight!"
What's the idea of messing around with that Barnard creep? He hasn't got a chance, anyway." "Is that so?" snapped Roger. "Listen !" "Roger!" barked Tom warningly. Quent grinned. "That's right. Lay off, buster. Get to your inspecting and let a spaceman blast off." "Kit Barnard will blast off after you, and still beat you back," growled Roger, stepping into the ship.
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