He flipped off the main switches on the control board, spun around in his chair, and noted the time on the astral chronometer. "Touchdown Marsport, 2117!" he announced.
Tom clambered down the ladder from the radar bridge and immediately noted the time of arrival in the logbook. He turned around and saluted the major sharply. "All secure, sir," he said.
"Congratulations on a smooth trip, Corbett," Connel said. "And thanks for letting me take her in. I know it"s unusual to have the senior officer take over the ship, but once in a while I get the urge to put my hands on those controls and--well--" Connel paused, fumbling for words.
Tom was so startled by the major"s stumbling attempt to explain his feelings, he felt himself blush. He had always suspected the major of being a rocket jockey at heart and now he was certain. But he would never tell anyone, not even Roger and Astro about this incident. It was something he knew that he himself would feel if he ever got to be as old as Major Connel and had reached his position. There pa.s.sed between the officer and the cadet a sudden feeling of mutual understanding.
"I understand, sir," said Tom quietly.
"Dismissed!" roared Connel, recovering his composure again, and very conscious that he had exposed his innermost feelings to the cadet. But he didn"t mind too much. Tom Corbett had proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that he had the stuff true s.p.a.cemen are made of, and because of this, Connel could feel as close to him as a man near his own age. There was never a breed of men who were drawn so close together in their love of work as the s.p.a.cemen and there was no need for further explanation.
When they had climbed out of the _Polaris_ and stepped on the landing ramp at Marsport, Connel and Tom saw that the ground crews were already checking over the afterburners and exhaust tubes of the ship. A young Solar Guard lieutenant, wearing a decidedly greasy uniform, snapped to attention before Connel.
"Lieutenant Slick at your service, sir," he announced.
"Lieutenant," bawled Connel, "your uniform is filthy!"
"Yes, sir, I know it is, sir," replied the young officer. "But I was overhauling a firing unit this morning, sir, and I guess I got a little dirty."
"That is enlisted man"s work, sir," stated Connel. "You are an officer."
"I know, sir, but--" Slick stammered. "Well, sir, once in a while I like to do it myself."
Tom turned away, hiding a smile. The young officer was expressing the same feelings Connel himself had uttered just a few minutes before.
Connel cleared his throat, and with a sidelong glance at Tom and a wink, dismissed the young officer, ordering him to have a jet car sent for them right away.
"Take mine, sir," said the young officer, happy to have escaped Connel"s wrath so easily. It was not too long ago that he had been a cadet at the Academy and he remembered all too clearly what Connel could do when he was mad.
When the jet car was brought up, Tom slipped behind the wheel, and with Connel seated beside him, he sent the sleek little vehicle roaring across the s.p.a.ceport to the main administration building.
Inside the gleaming crystal building, Connel and Tom were escorted by a s.p.a.ce Marine guard to the office of the s.p.a.ceport commander, Captain Jim Arnold. He and Connel knew each other well, and after quick greetings and the introduction of the young cadet, Connel asked for the latest reports on the projectile receivers.
"Lou, I"ve got good news for you," announced Arnold. "We"ve completed the receiver ramps for the test. As soon as your ship is ready to fire her cargo projectiles, we can receive them."
Connel"s face showed the surprise he felt. "Why, Jim, that"s the most amazing news I"ve ever heard!" he exclaimed. "How did you do it?"
"Through hard work," replied Arnold, "and the efforts of a young officer named Slick. He handled the whole thing."
"Slick!" exclaimed Connel. "I just bawled him out for wearing a dirty uniform."
"He"s responsible for our success," a.s.serted Arnold. "And what"s more, those receivers can be taken apart and rea.s.sembled again in less than ten minutes."
"Incredible," gasped Connel. "I"ve got to see those things right away.
Come along, Corbett."
Tom followed the major out of the office and back to the jet car. They were about to drive off to the opposite end of the field when they heard someone shout to them. Tom stopped the speedy little car and Connel turned around to see who had called them.
Carter Devers rushed up and greeted the Solar Guard officer enthusiastically. "Major, this is a surprise."
"h.e.l.lo, Carter. What are you doing here?" Connel asked bluntly.
"Had some business here on Mars," said Devers. "I"ve finished and I"m on my way back to Earth. You wouldn"t, by any chance, be going back soon, would you? I saw the Solar Guard cruiser come in and one of the attendants told me that they were preparing it for immediate blast-off--"
"Of course, Carter," Connel said briskly. "Get in. We"re just going over to inspect the receivers and then we"ll be heading back."
Devers jumped into the jet car and Tom headed across the broad expanse of the s.p.a.ceport.
Connel turned to Devers and said enthusiastically, "Can you imagine, Devers? Some young officer here at Marsport has worked out a way to a.s.semble and transport the receivers in a fantastically small amount of time."
"That"s amazing," said Devers. "I"d like very much to see them." He looked at Tom and said, "Incidentally, who is your young friend?"
"Oh, sorry," replied Connel. "This is Cadet Corbett of the _Polaris_ unit. No doubt you"ve heard of them. He and his unit mates manage to get into more trouble than all the monkeys in the Venusian jungle."
Carter laughed. "I"ve known Lou Connel long enough to know that when he says something like that about you, son, he thinks very highly of you."
"Thank you, sir," replied Tom, not knowing what else to say.
While Connel and Devers talked of the problems surrounding the projectile operation, Tom concentrated on his driving. He was following directions given him by Jim Arnold to reach the testing grounds and this made it necessary for Tom to drive right through the center of the s.p.a.ceport, weaving in and out of the dozens of s.p.a.ceships parked on the concrete ramps.
Tom swept past them, driving expertly, heading toward a group of concrete blockhouses enclosed by a fence which he knew would be the testing area. Beside the fence, a short, stubby-nosed s.p.a.ceship was loading cargo, and beneath the vessel, two huge jet trucks were backing into position. Tom steered the car up to the gate and stopped at the signal of an armed guard. Connel, Devers, and Tom stepped out of the car and waited for a minute, and then young Lieutenant Slick appeared, wearing a clean uniform.
Slick checked their names off against a list he carried and then drew Connel to one side. "I"m sorry, sir," he said, just out of Tom and Dever"s hearing, "I can"t allow the cadet inside this area."
"Why not?" asked Connel. "I"ll vouch for him."
"I"m sorry, sir," said Slick. "Those are my orders. I can let you and Mr. Devers in, but not Cadet Corbett." He showed Connel a list of names: Connel, Strong, Hemmingwell, Walters, Devers, and Barret. They were the only names on it.
Connel nodded. "I understand," he said and turned to Tom. "You"ll have to stay here, Corbett," he called. "Wait for me in the car."
"Yes, sir," replied Tom and hopped back in the jet.
He backed out through the gate, pulling up alongside the fence near the stubby-nosed freighter. When Connel and Devers, escorted by Slick, had disappeared behind a blockhouse inside the restricted area, Tom casually walked over to watch the loading operation of the s.p.a.ceship. A few of the workers stopped when he walked up, and recognizing his cadet uniform, greeted him warmly.
"s.p.a.ce Cadet, eh?" said one of the men. "Sure wish I could get my boy in the Academy."
"Me too," said another man. "All I hear from morning until night is s.p.a.ce Academy--s.p.a.ce Academy."
Tom smiled his appreciation of their admiration. While he answered their questions about the training school of the Solar Guard, they continued working. After a while the conversation turned to the restricted area behind the fence.
"Some pretty important work going on in there," said one of the men.
"But how come they wouldn"t let you go in?"
"I haven"t been cleared by security," replied Tom. "It"s top secret."
"Secret," said a man who had just joined the group. Tom had noticed him before, climbing out of one of the huge jet trucks parked near the gate.
"Why, there ain"t nothing secret about what"s going on in there," he continued.
"Why do you say that?" asked Tom alertly.