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Tom snapped on the machine and brought the microphone over to Barret, holding it in front of his trembling mouth. "All right, talk!" Connel growled. "And tell it all." Barret had hardly uttered the first stumbling words when Roger let out a shout of alarm. "Hey! The scanner!" he cried. They all turned to the teleceiver screen. To their horror, they saw a menacing shape blasting toward them.
Roger had sent a top-secret teleceiver message to Commander Walters at Space Academy, requesting an immediate conference with Connel, and had received confirmation within a half-hour. "I think Captain Strong will be along too," said Roger to Tom after Connel had retired to a compartment with a recorder to transcribe a report of the affair at Sinclair's.
Roger's voice was relaxed, easy. Tom turned to the board to adjust the teleceiver screen for a clear picture of the stern of the ship. Gradually it came up in as sharp detail as if he had been standing on the ground.
You see, an average is taken for all three and they pass or fail as a unit." "Then they are forced, more or less, to depend on each other?" asked Hardy. "Yes. In the beginning of their training. Later on, the cadets learn for themselves that it is better for all of them to work together." Once again the bell in back of Walters' desk chimed and he turned to speak on the teleceiver to his aide.
"The real thing." "Yeah," agreed Tom. "Here we go!" "Our first hop into deep space!" said Roger. "Let's get out of here!" "The following ships in Squadron A will blast off immediately," roared Commander Walters over the teleceiver. He looked up alertly from a chart before him in the Academy spaceport control tower. He began to name the ships.
And that he hasn't been able to flush it out with the blowers." "Ummmmh," mused Strong thoughtfully. "Well, in that case, stand by, Corbett. I'll get in touch with Commander Walters right away." "Very well, sir," replied Tom. He turned from the teleceiver and climbed up to the radar deck. "Well, hot-shot," said Roger, "looks like you've made yourself a hero this trip."
Ten minutes of the two hours had swept past. They must be on Junior by now, he thought, and flipped on the teleceiver. He focused on the satellite's surface. There in front of him were the three jet boats. Major Connel, Roger, Astro, Alfie, and Mr. Shinny were so close that Tom felt as though he could touch them. They were unloading the first reactor unit, with Astro and Shinny digging the hole.
When Commander Walters' face appeared on the teleceiver screen, Connel reported the incident of the cab driver and the news that Tom, Roger, and Astro had seen the three men who had taken the priorities on the Venus Lark. "Just a minute," said Walters. "I'll have a recorder take down the descriptions." Connel motioned to Tom, who stepped before the screen.
Get me a course to Luna City!" "Good for us, spaceboy. I'll give you that course in a jiffy!" " ... Capella to Polaris am standing by for your orders...." Tony Richards' voice crackled over the teleceiver. One by one the twenty-three ships that made up the defender's fleet checked in for orders.
He turned to the dials on the teleceiver and began twisting them. "I'll call him, and you stand by to blast out of here." Nicholas Shinny sat on the power deck and listened to Loring issue orders over the intercom. "I don't know if Connel will go for it, or not," said Loring, "but just in case he doesn't, we gotta get outta here fast! You got that, Shinny?" "Yeah," answered Shinny, "I got it!"
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