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Acceleration shoved him backward, but the spaceman snapped a line to his belt, then motioned him to a seat. Rip pulled himself up the line and got into the seat, snapping the harness in place. "I'm Hawkins, senior space officer," the spaceman said. "Welcome, Foster. We've been losing weight wondering if we'd get here in time." "I was never so glad to see spacemen in my life," Rip said truthfully.
He turned to Bentrik. "I'm afraid this is your last space adventure, Simon. You'll have to be a spaceport spaceman from now on." "I shan't be sorry," Princess Bentrik said. "And if anybody owes Prince Trask gratitude, I do." She pressed his hands warmly. "Prince Trask, my son wants to meet you, very badly. He's ten years old, and he thinks Space Vikings are romantic heroes."
They followed Astro's pointing finger to the ceiling. Crisscrossed, from wall to wall, were heavy wooden beams. "Raft!" Tom cried. "That's right, spaceman," said Astro, "a raft. There's enough wood up there to float the Polaris. Come on!" Astro hurried outside, with Tom and Roger following at his heels.
"Where's Tom?" he said, clenching his teeth to keep them from rattling. "If you've done anything to him !" "Take it easy, Manning," growled Ross. "Just get up on the control deck and behave." Roger glared at the spaceman, and realizing it would be useless to jump him in his weakened condition, started up the ladder. Ross followed at a careful distance.
The charge hit the target and Loring became rigid, his body slowly floating above the deck. His back to the wall, braced for the recoil, Tom brought his arm around slowly and aimed at Mason. He fired, and the spaceman stiffened. Tom smiled. Neither of the spacemen would give him any more trouble now. He pushed slightly to the left and shot over to the valve that Mason had unwittingly turned off.
Tom laughed and shook hands with the elderly spaceman. "Yes, sir," he said. "But you could hardly call Astro a monkey!" "More along the lines of a Venusian gorilla, if you ask me!" snorted McKenny. The short, squat spaceman's eyes twinkled. "I've been hearing some mighty fine things about you three space bongos, Tommy.
He turned and saw the other spaceman still rooted to the ground, gazing up at the vast Earther city as if in narcoshock. "It's big," Quantrell murmured. "Too big." "Kevin! What's wrong?" "Leave him alone," Rat whispered. "I have a hunch he won't be going with you." Alan watched in astonishment as Quantrell took two steps hesitantly backward away from the bridge, then a third.
Aboard the sleek craft, Tom Corbett relaxed after the tremendous blast-off acceleration and turned to look at the tense face of Kit Barnard who was seated in the pilot's chair. "Why don't you get some sleep, Kit?" said Tom. "I can take this baby over. It's the least I can do for all you've done for me." "Thanks, Tom, but I'll stay with it awhile longer," replied the veteran spaceman.
But all my life I've wanted to be a spaceman." "Well, what was the trouble, Mr. Bernard?" asked Roger. The man in black sighed. "Couldn't take the acceleration, boys. Bad heart. I send out more than five hundred cargoes a year, to all parts of the solar system; but myself, I've never been more than a mile off the surface of the earth."
From his position, the tough spaceman could not tell how the gigantic space battle had ended until he saw the Solar Guard troop carriers land on the rim of the canyon above. Satisfied, he decided that it was time to move. He stood up, careful not to expose himself, since fighting had broken out among the workers.
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