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"Where are we going?" asked Hill. "To the Polaris! I've got to warn the Solar Guard of their plans. They're going to attack the Venusport garrison and take over Venus!" "By the stars!" gasped Mrs. Hill. "Here I've been feeding that man all these years and didn't know I was contributing to a revolution!" Tom was out of the door and running toward the Polaris before she had finished talking.
"I'm sorry, sir," said the girl patiently, "but according to the manifest, the priority call just came in a few hours ago. Someone contacted Space Academy, but you had already left." "Well, is there another ship for Venusport today?" "Yes," she replied and picked up another manifest. Glancing at it quickly, she shook her head. "There are no open reservations," she said.
Been a farmer all my life." "Why do you want to go to Roald, Mr. Logan?" asked Roger. "Well," said Logan, "I have a nice piece of land south of Venusport a ways. Me and my wife developed it and we've been farming it for over twenty-five years. But my wife died last year and I just sort of lost heart in this place. I figured maybe that new satellite will give me a start again.
"Drifi's coming back. Remember, if we're separated and you do manage to escape, get back to Sinclair's. Contact Commander Walters and tell him everything that's happened. The code name for direct emergency contact through Solar Guard communications center in Venusport is Juggernaut!" "Juggernaut!" repeated Tom in a whisper. "Very well, sir. But I sure hope we aren't separated."
Sinclair often gives us time off for a trip into Venusport," explained Hill. "It gets pretty lonely out here." "Is Mr. Sinclair in now?" asked Connel. "No, he isn't," replied the plantation foreman. "He's on his weekly trip around the outer fields. I don't expect him back for another day or two." "For goodness sakes," exclaimed Mrs.
"Must be more of those Solar Guardsmen," said the guard, relaxing. "We have two of them in here, another in the hospital, and one of them working in the machine shop." Hospital! Astro gulped. That would be Roger. But he dared not ask too many questions. "What's going to happen to them?" he asked casually. "I don't know," said the guard, "but I wish we'd hurry up and attack Venusport.
On the control deck the major paced back and forth restlessly as Tom guided the Polaris on its short flight. "I'll find the spy in the Solar Guard if I have to tear Venusport apart piece by piece!" fumed Connel. "What about that jet freighter we took away from the Nationalists, sir?" asked Tom. "Did you ever find out where it came from?" Connel nodded.
Glancing quickly at the scanner screen, he saw the white blip that was the meteor flashing away from the Polaris and he smiled. "That was nice work, Corbett!" said Strong. "Get us back on course as soon as you can. Governor Hardy wants to get to Venusport as quickly as possible." "Shall I tell Astro to pour on extra thrust, sir?" asked Tom. "No, just maintain standard full space speed.
The Solar Guard captain pointed to the ladder leading to the radar deck. "Manning's on duty now and will take care of you, sir." "Thank you," said the governor, turning to the ladder. A moment later, as Captain Strong and Tom were idly discussing the forthcoming screening operations on Venusport, they were surprised to see Roger climb down the ladder from the radar bridge.
"Space Cadets?" Connel looked at the planter quizzically. "Yes, nice young chaps. Corbett, Manning, and a big fellow named Astro. They're out in the jungle now hunting for tyrannosaurus. I met them through a friend in Venusport and invited them to use my house as a base of operations. Do you know them?" Connel nodded. "Very well. Finest cadet unit at the Academy.
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