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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!
"Got a hot rocket in his craw," he said quietly. "But watch your step with him, Kit. Personally, I wouldn't trust that spaceman as far as I could throw an asteroid." Kit grinned. "Thanks and good luck." "I'll need it if you get that reactor of yours working," said the Martian. He turned and left the stand without a word to Tom, Roger, or Astro.
Then, he told them, there'd been an accident. His ship exploded. He'd been badly injured in fact, both his legs were now artificial. The cadets, who had thought him a bit stuffy at first, were changing their minds fast. Why hadn't he quit, they wanted to know? "Leave space?" said Scott. "I'd rather die. I can't blast off any more. But here at the station I'm still a spaceman."
Several times during the cleaning the men would leave the tube and go into the main mixing chamber while the tube was blasted with live steam to throw the stuff they had scraped off out into space. Each squad was on its last tube when a spaceman arrived. He saluted Rip. "Sir, the safety officer says to secure the tubes." That could mean only one thing: deceleration. Rip rounded up his men.
"Which was good for Khatka but ill for Lumbrilo and those using him to make mischief here. The poacher and the outlaw Hunters will meet with our justice, which I do not believe they will relish. But the other two, the spaceman and the company agent, are to be sent to Xecho to face Combine authorities.
"As a matter of fact, I was offered the directorship of the Galactic space lanes only last week," he said. "Do you know why I refused it?" Tom shook his head. "Because I'm a spaceman, just like yourselves." He looked at Astro. "Cadet Astro, would you take a job with an outfit and give up space to sit behind a desk eight hours a day?" "No, sir!" said Astro emphatically.
Talk of heat or better not on Xecho. This water-logged world combined all the most unattractive features of a steam bath and one could only dream of coolness, greenness more land than a stingy string of islands. The young man on the promontory above the crash of the waves wore the winged cap of a spaceman with the insignia of a cargo-master and not much else, save a pair of very short shorts.
A tall, husky spaceman unlimbered his paralo-ray rifle and nudged Brett from the room. "I'll get even with you, Walters, if it's the last thing I do," he screamed. "You make another threat like that to a Solar Guard officer," growled the enlisted spaceman, "and it'll be the last thing you do." As the door closed, Walters, Strong, and Kit laughed out loud.
What need had a spaceman of a groundcar? Still, it would be nice to drive one just once, he thought; it would be a new experience, certainly. Right now, though, he was looking for a Class Three bar; just a place to have a small, quiet drink and a bite to eat.
"I'm not one of your cadets!" "Still the hotheaded rocket buster, eh?" asked Connel, eying the toothless spaceman. "It was the same thing that got you kicked out of the Solar Guard twenty years ago!" "Wasn't either! And you know it!" snapped Shinny. "You retired me because I busted my leg!" "That helped," said Connel, "but the main reason was because you were too hotheaded. Couldn't take orders!"
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