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Quent Miles ignored Sticoon and swaggered over to Kit Barnard. "You were lucky, Barnard," he sneered. "Too bad it won't last for the race." "We'll see, Quent," said Kit coolly. Sticoon said nothing, just watched them quietly. Quent Miles laughed and walked off the stand. Kit Barnard looked at Sticoon. "What's the matter with him?" he asked. The Martian shrugged.
"Who is this guy, Ross?" asked Quent, licking his lips nervously. "How does he know about us?" Ross kept his eyes on Astro, glaring at the cadet in hot fury. "I met him on a deep spacer, five years ago, when you were laid up in the hospital," he said between his teeth. "This punk was a wiper on the power deck. I was his petty officer."
Quent Miles and Roger faced each other. "All right, Manning," said Miles after he had closed the air lock, "take your station. And remember I'm skipper of this ship." "So what?" said Roger. "I'm still the monitor !" He turned and swaggered away. Miles watched him go, a crooked smile twisting his lips. "Make the most of it, Manning," he muttered under his breath.
He left the ship after sleeping all the way out, made a couple of nasty cracks, and the last I saw of him, he was heading over toward the deep-space section of the spaceport." "You're sure of that?" asked Strong. Quent Miles sneered. "I just said that's what happened, didn't I?" "Yes, that's what you said," Strong replied.
"Have you heard from the Space Knight?" called Tom. "Sorry, Space Lance," came the reply, "there has been no contact with Space Knight." Tom began to feel the fingers of fear creeping up and down his spine. Quent Miles had carried out his plan of going on to Ganymede without refueling, threatening not only his own life, but Roger's as well.
"We got into a fight," snarled Astro, "when he wanted to send me into a firing chamber without letting it cool off first." "There are two of us now, Astro!" said Ross. Astro nodded slowly. "That's right. Two of you!" Suddenly he dove toward the two men, arms outstretched. With one mighty swipe of the wrench he knocked Quent unconscious.
Tom and Astro climbed wearily through the trap door into the room above the main shaft while Quent Miles watched them closely, keeping his paralo-ray gun leveled. The two boys hitched the heavy lead boxes into a more comfortable position on their shoulders and started toward the door leading outside. But neither boy thought of his discomfort or weariness now.
The sound he heard was the unmistakable blasting roar of a spaceship. But there was another sound, much closer. In fact, it was in the room with him. He opened one eye to see Quent Miles moving about in the one-room, airtight space hut which had been his jail for the last week. Miles was throwing clothes into a space bag, keeping a wary eye on Roger, sprawled on the bunk.
The big cadet nodded and started to rise from their place of concealment. Tom pulled him down. "Wait," he whispered sharply. "No use barging in on them yet. Maybe we can find out where Roger is first." Astro reluctantly crouched down again, his hamlike hands balled into fists. The two cadets watched Quent Miles and Brett work on the instruments awhile longer.
"Come on," said Brett in a less demanding tone. "Let's go. No use getting Strong down on us before we even get started." "Steve Strong doesn't scare me," replied Miles. "All right! He doesn't scare you. He doesn't scare me, either," said Brett irritably. "Now that we both know that neither of us is scared, let's get going." Quent smiled again and rose slowly.
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