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The spaceman used it in tying the sack of possessions firmly to Doc's suit. A red light went on. The man caught Doc and held him against the outer seal. The red light blinked. Four seconds ... three ... two.... There was a sudden heavy thudding sound, and the Iroquois seemed to jerk sideways slightly. The spaceman's face swung around in surprise. The red light blinked and stayed on. Zero!
"You're Roger Manning, Space Cadet! Breach of honor and violation of the Spaceman's Oath. Escaped from the Venus space station on a jet liner. But one of the best men on a radar scanner and astrogation prism in the whole alliance!" Shinny related the information rapidly. "He had known all the time," thought Roger. "He was testing me." Roger wondered why.
"Keep in contact with the spaceport control tower. They'll relay messages to me and my orders back to you. Let's go. Spaceman's luck." The men opened the doors of the small jet car and stepped out into the swirling mists.
Shinny! I'm the fixer of Spaceman's Row. You want something, come to me and I'll get it for you. I don't care why you're here. That ain't none of my business. But the fact remains that you're here, and you don't come down here unless you're in trouble space deep!" Roger looked at the little man more closely. "Suppose I am in something deep? What could you do for me?" he asked.
Being a wanted spaceman had had its disadvantages on Spaceman's Row, but working in the steaming jungles, fighting deadly reptiles and insects, with Loring and Mason on his neck every minute had soured his appetite for adventure. Several times, when Roger had suggested a certain part be replaced, Loring and he had argued violently, and Roger had threatened to quit.
How about a spaceman's reaction, when what is delayed may be something to keep him alive? They could get really annoyed, and kick this place apart." Art Kuzak blew air up past his pug nose, and continued. "Finance here we go again, Frank!" he chuckled. "Gimp Hines is helping us. After Mars, he came here without trouble.
To be in space, a spaceman's only real home! "Gentlemen, please!" Commander Walters, the commandant of Space Academy, stood behind his desk and slammed his fist down sharply on its plastic top. "I must insist that you control your tempers and refrain from these repeated outbursts," he growled. The angry voices that had filled the room began to subside, but Walters did not continue his address.
Connel lifted his hand, took a last look up and down the line of waiting Marines, then brought his hand down quickly. "Over the top. Spaceman's luck!" he shouted. The Marines vaulted over the top of their defense position and charged madly toward the building, all guns blazing. The Nationalists returned the fire, and for the first few seconds it seemed that the world had suddenly gone mad.
Tom and Roger agreed. "All right," said Astro, "let's go and spaceman's luck!" "What can I do for you, Officer?" Connel heaved his bulk out of the jet launch and looked hard at the man standing in front of him. "You Rex Sinclair?" Sinclair nodded. "That's right." Connel offered his hand. "Major Connel, Solar Guard." "Glad to meet you," replied the planter, gripping the spaceman's hand.
For two blocks on either side of the street, in building after building, cafés, pawnshops, cheap restaurants above and below the street level, supplied the needs of countless shadowy figures who came and went as silently as ghosts. Spaceman's Row was where suspended spacemen and space rats, prospectors of the asteroids for uranium and pitchblende, gathered and found short-lived and rowdy fun.
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