Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 12, 2025
"You mean, Manning?" asked Miles, after an almost imperceptible pause. "Yes, I mean Manning!" snapped Tom. "Can't oblige, Corbett," said Quent Miles. "Your pal took it on the lam back at Ganymede. He ran out on me. As far as I know, he's still there. Didn't you see him when you stopped for refueling?" "We didn't stop," said Tom. "What do you mean, he got off at Ganymede?
"Don't depend too heavily on your speed," said Brett. "I would just as soon win by default. After all," he continued, looking at Miles with calculating eyes, "serious accidents could delay the other ships." "Sure. I know what you mean," replied the spaceman. "Good!" Brett turned away abruptly and headed for the ship. Quent following him.
"Just stopped by to give you the proverbial handshake of good luck before we blast off," replied the spaceman with a mocking wink. "Kit doesn't need your good wishes," snapped Sid. "Well, now, that's too bad," said Quent. "I have a feeling that he's going to need a lot more than luck." "Listen, Miles," snapped Kit, "did you come aboard my ship and tamper with the fuel?" Quent's eyes clouded.
As the two weary cadets continued their ride into the Academy grounds, on another slidewalk going in the opposite direction, Quent Miles watched the darkening countryside closely. It was several miles from the Academy to the monorail station, and the moving belt dipped and turned through the rugged country that surrounded Space Academy.
"I tried to contact Roger, but Quent Miles told me he's asleep." "Asleep!" cried Walters. "But I thought you weren't going to put Manning with Miles." "Astro wanted to go with Kit, sir. And Tom was anxious to go with Wild Bill Sticoon. Roger didn't seem to mind." "Did Miles object?" "Yes, sir. But I think he would object to anyone going with him." "And he told you Roger is asleep?" Strong nodded.
"You know something, Charley?" he said in a deceptively mild voice. "One of these days you're going to get officious with the wrong spaceman, one that isn't as tolerant as I am, and you're going to be pounded into space dust." Quent Miles stood in front of Brett's desk and stretched like a languid cat.
Seconds later Walters and Strong stepped inside. "I arrest you for murder, willful destruction of Solar Guard property, and illegal operation of a uranium mine, Quent Miles!" said Walters. The spaceman shrugged and said nothing. Strong bent over the unconscious forms of the two cadets and tried to bring them to, but they failed to respond. "Better leave them alone, Steve," said Walters.
Quent glared at the two boys for a moment, his black eyes cold and hard. "They make kids feel mighty important around here, don't they?" "They give us jobs to do," said Roger. "Usually we can handle them fine. Occasionally we run into a space-gassing bum and he makes things difficult, but we manage to take care of him." Quent stepped forward in a threatening manner, but Roger did not move.
Roger shook his head. "This is too small, Mr. Miles. You will have to use the standard operational scope." "But it's too big." "I'm sorry, sir " began Roger. "Sorry!" Quent exploded. "Give me that tube, you squirt." He snatched it out of Roger's hand. "I'm using this scope whether you like it or not!" "If you use that scope," said Tom coldly, "your ship will be disqualified."
"The same as everyone else, Commander." "What about your feeders?" asked Strong. "With ordinary reactant, and no new cooling units aboard your ship, you must have oversized feeders to make such fantastic speeds." Brett shrugged and held out his hands in a gesture of innocence. "I don't even know myself, Captain Strong," he said blandly. "It's one reason why I have Quent Miles piloting for me.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking