In laughing groups, the crowd around the stand began to purchase tickets and climb aboard the old freighter.
The three cadets watched from the outer edge of the crowd.
"Hey, fellas," said Roger suddenly, "whaddya say we go?"
"What?" gulped Astro. "On that thing?"
"Why not?" urged Roger.
"But that hulk should have been shipped back to the sc.r.a.p furnace years ago!" Tom protested.
"So what, Junior?" drawled Roger. "Scared?"
"Don"t be silly," replied Tom. "But with all the other things to do here, why should we--"
"Oh," said Astro, nudging Tom, "now I get it!"
"You get what?" asked Roger innocently.
"Those girls," said Astro. "They"re just climbing aboard."
Glancing at the air lock, Tom saw three young and pretty girls file into the ship. "Oh, so that"s it, huh?" he said, looking quizzically at his unit-mate.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Tom saw three pretty girls board the ship_]
The blond cadet"s eyes were wide with mock surprise.
"Girls? Well, what do you know about that? I never noticed!"
"Yeah, I"ll bet you didn"t!" said Tom.
"Well, they _are_ trim little s.p.a.ce dolls. And there are three of them!"
"Come on, Astro," sighed Tom. "We have to give the little boy his fun."
They walked toward the stand where Simms was still making his pitch to the crowd.
"Just five more seats left, ladies and gentlemen, only five chances to blast into s.p.a.ce ..."
Tom stepped up and put three credits on the counter. "Three, please," he said.
Simms looked down and suddenly stopped his harangue. His eyes narrowed with suspicion as he saw the three cadets standing before him.
Hesitating, he glanced around, seemingly looking for help. Then, shrugging his shoulders, he handed over the tickets and turned to the crowd. "Three tickets for the s.p.a.ce Cadets, who live out there in s.p.a.ce.
Just can"t stay away from it, eh, boys?"
"I only hope that tub of yours holds together," said Tom.
Simms snarled out of the side of his mouth, "Shut up, wise guy!" And then continued aloud, "Yes, s.p.a.ce Cadet, I agree with you. Everyone should take a trip into s.p.a.ce."
Tom started to protest, but then shrugged his shoulders and followed Roger and Astro into the ship. On the stand, Simms continued his appeal to the crowd.
"Just two more tickets left, ladies and gentlemen! Who"ll be the lucky two?"
Suddenly Gus Wallace appeared from behind the ship and approached the stand, calling, "Hey, Simms!"
Simms stopped speaking and turned to his partner. "Yeah?"
"Everything"s all set. Let"s blast off!"
"I"ll be with you as soon as I sell the last two tickets," said Simms.
"Here you are, ladies and gents, the last two--"
Wallace grabbed him by the arm and yanked him from the stand. "I said we blast off, you idiot! You want to risk everything for two lousy credits?"
"O.K., O.K. Don"t blow a fuse!"
Simms quickly closed the stand, turned out the lighted sign, and followed Wallace into the old freighter. He then collected the tickets and made sure all the pa.s.sengers were strapped into their acceleration chairs and finally went below to the power deck. Wallace disappeared into the control room and seconds later his voice was heard over the ship"s intercom gruffly announcing the blast-off. The lights in the cabin dimmed, the air was filled with a low whining hiss, and for an instant the old ship bucked and groaned. Suddenly, with a loud explosive roar, she blasted into the sky and began a sluggish arching climb into s.p.a.ce.
"All right, fellas," said Roger, after the force of acceleration eased off, "let"s try a little encircling maneuver on those girls up ahead."
"Oh, no, Roger," answered Tom. "You"re flying solo on that project!"
"Yeah, you go ahead, Romeo." Astro laughed. "I"d like to see the Manning technique in action."
A loud explosion suddenly rocked the s.p.a.ceship.
"What was that?" cried Roger. "Maybe this old tub won"t make it after all!"
Astro smiled. "This is a chemical burner, remember? Her initial acceleration isn"t enough. They have to keep blasting her to make speed."
"Oh, sure," drawled Roger, relaxing again and watching the girls ahead.
"Well, here I go!" He got up and lurched down the aisle running between the seats.
"Hey there!" roared Simms, who had suddenly appeared at the power-deck hatch. "Keep your seat!"
"Who, me?" asked Roger.
"Not your Aunt Tilly, wise guy! Sit down and shut up!"
"Listen," said Roger, "you don"t seem to realize--"
"I realize you"re going to sit down or else!" snarled Simms.
Roger retreated to his seat and sat down. "Ah, go blast your jets," he grumbled as Simms continued up the aisle to the control deck.
Tom and Astro doubled over with laughter. "Welcome back, Roger,"
bellowed the big Venusian. "I don"t think those girls are the sociable type, anyway."