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Updated: May 13, 2025
Loring marched meekly in front of Shinny to the storage room that had held Roger. The cadet spaceman remained on the control deck. He twisted the dials of the teleceiver and spoke into the mike. "Space Devil to Major Connel. Come in! This is Manning on the Space Devil calling Major Connel ..." "Manning!" shouted Connel. "I thought you were a prisoner!"
The teleceiver screen glowed into life and Tom and Connel stared in horror as they recognized the images of three men. The one in the foreground smiled mockingly and said, "Remember me, Connel?" "Devers!" Connel roared. "And the other two behind him " stuttered Tom. "Cag and Monty!" "Why, you dirty space crawler," cried Connel, "I'll get you if it's the last thing I do!" "No, you won't, Major."
Tom asked finally. "Yes, do that, Tom," Kit replied. The curly-haired cadet quickly climbed the ladder to the radar bridge and sat wearily in front of the teleceiver. "Spaceship Good Company to Ganymede spaceport," he called. "Come in, Ganymede." Seconds later, the voice of the Ganymede control operator crackled over the loud-speaker in reply. "Ganymede station to Good Company. Go ahead."
We do not invite attack, but are prepared for it. And we have the power to counterattack!" "When we get through with your Solar Guard, Corbett," sneered Sinclair, "there won't be anything left but smoldering heaps of junk and the dead bodies of stupid men!" The buzz of a teleceiver suddenly sounded in another part of the house and Sinclair left the room quickly.
Both Tom and Astro admitted it had helped, but it still didn't take away the dull ache each felt when an occasional remark, situation, or thought would bring Roger to mind. Tom flipped the teleceiver on and waited for the blank screen to show him Tara. Connel stood to one side, also watching for the image of the planet to take form on the gray-black screen.
"What are you doing down here, Manning?" inquired Strong. "I thought you were sending out messages for Governor Hardy." Roger dropped into the co-control pilots' seat and shrugged. "The governor said he'd handle it. Said the messages were top secret and that he wouldn't burden me with their contents, since he knew how to operate a teleceiver!" Puzzled, Tom looked at Roger.
Quickly he re-entered the shop, and limping to a small locker in the rear, opened it, exposing the screen of a teleceiver. He flipped on the switch, tuned it carefully, and in a moment the screen glowed to life. "Hello, this is the shop," called the little man. "Lemme speak to Lactu! This is urgent!"
"Roger," gasped Astro, "what's this all about?" "I I don't know," stammered the blond-haired cadet. He grabbed the teleceiver microphone and called into it rapidly. "Rocket scout 4J9 to Regulus. This is Space Cadet Roger Manning. There must be some mistake, sir. Cadet Astro and I are out here on special assignment for the Space Projectile project." "I know who you are!" shouted Newton.
He turned to Astro. "You'll have a head full of socket wrench if you mess with me again." "You'll get a receipt, Barret," growled Astro. "Paid in full." "All right, break it up," growled Connel. "Back to your post, Astro. And you get back to work, Barret, and remember what I said about using that public teleceiver."
"I'm going to get on the teleceiver and tell Connel that if he doesn't blast away from here right now, you're a dead Space Cadet!" He jerked his head toward the door. "All right, take him below and tell Shinny to stand by on the power deck. In case Connel won't bargain, we'll have to make a run for it!" "Right," said Mason as he shoved the paralo-ray gun deeper into Roger's stomach.
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