"Maybe he is a little difficult," replied Tom, "but somehow, we"ve got to adjust to him!"
"How about him adjusting to us? It"s two against one!" Astro shambled to the window and looked out moodily. "Besides, he"s putting in for a transfer and there"s nothing we can do about it!"
"Maybe he won"t now--not after that little speech Captain Strong made this afternoon."
"If he doesn"t, then, blast it, I will!"
"Aw, now take it easy, Astro!"
"Take it easy, nothing!" Astro was building up a big head of steam.
"Where is that s.p.a.ce crawler right now?"
"I don"t know. He never came back. Wasn"t even down at mess tonight."
"There, that"s just what I mean!" Astro turned to Tom to press his point. "It"s close to bed-check and he isn"t in quarters yet. If the MP"s catch him outside after hours, the whole unit will be logged and there goes our chance of blasting off tomorrow!"
"But there"s still time, Astro," replied Tom lamely.
"Not much there isn"t. It just shows you what he thinks of the unit! He just doesn"t care!" Astro paced the floor angrily. "There"s only one thing to do! He gets his transfer--or we do! Or--" he paused and looked at Tom meaningfully, "or I do."
"You"re not thinking, Astro," argued Tom. "How will that look on your record? Every time there"s a trip into deep s.p.a.ce, they yank out your file to see how you operate under pressure with other guys. When they see that you asked for a transfer from your unit, that"s it!"
"Yeah--yeah--I know--incompatible--but honest, Tom--"
The curly-haired cadet felt his big friend weaken and he pressed his advantage.
"It isn"t every day that a unit gets a ship right after finishing ground manuals. Captain Strong said he waited for four months after manuals before getting his first hop into s.p.a.ce."
"Yeah--but what do you think it"s going to be like out in s.p.a.ce with Manning making sour cracks all the time?"
Tom hesitated before answering his Venusian friend. He was fully aware that Roger was going to play a lone hand. And that they would never really have unity among them until some drastic measure was taken. After all, Tom thought, some guys don"t have good hearts, or eyes, a defect to prevent them from becoming s.p.a.cemen. Roger is just mixed up inside. And the handicap is just as real as if he had a physical flaw.
"Well, what do you want to do?" asked Tom finally.
"Go see Captain Strong. Give it to him straight. Tell him we want a transfer."
"But tomorrow we blast off. We might not have another chance for months!
Certainly not until we get a new astrogator."
"I"d rather wait and have a guy on the radar bridge I know isn"t going to pull something behind my back," said Astro, "than blast off tomorrow with Manning aboard."
Again Tom hesitated. He knew what Astro was saying was the truth. Life, so far, at the Academy had been tough enough, but with mutual dependence and security even more important out in s.p.a.ce, the danger of their constant friction was obvious.
"O.K.," he relented, "if that"s the way you really want it. Come on.
We"ll go see Captain Strong now."
"You go," said Astro. "You know how I feel. Whatever you say goes for me too."
"Are you sure you want to do it?" asked Tom. He knew what such a request would mean. A black mark against Roger for being rejected by his unit-mates and a black mark against Astro and himself for not being able to adjust. Regardless of who was right and who was wrong, there would always be a mark on their records.
"Look, Tom," said Astro, "if I thought it was only me I"d keep my mouth shut. But you"d let Manning get away with murder because you wouldn"t want to be the one to get him into trouble."
"No, I wouldn"t," said Tom. "I think Roger would make a fine s.p.a.ceman; he"s certainly smart enough, and a good unit-mate if he"d only snap out of it. But I can"t let him or anyone else stop me from becoming a s.p.a.ceman or a member of the Solar Guard."
"Then you"ll go see Captain Strong?"
"Yes," said Tom. If he had been in doubt before, now that he had made the decision, he felt relieved. He slipped on his s.p.a.ce boots and stood up. The two boys looked at each other, each realizing the question in the other"s mind.
"No!" said Tom decisively. "It"s better for everyone. Even Roger. He might find two other guys that will fit him better." He walked from the room.
The halls were silent as he strode toward the slidestairs that would take him to the nineteenth floor and Captain Strong"s quarters. Pa.s.sing one room after another, he glanced in and saw other units studying, preparing for bed, or just sitting around talking. There weren"t many units left. The tests had taken a toll of the Earthworms. But those that remained were solidly built. Already friendships had taken deep root.
Tom found himself wishing he had become a member of another unit. Where the comradeship was taken for granted in other units, he was about to make a request to dissolve his because of friction.
Completely discouraged, Tom stepped on the slidestairs and started down.
As he left the dormitory floors, the noise of young cadet life was soon lost and he pa.s.sed floors containing offices and apartments of the administration staff of the Solar Guard.
As he drew level with the floor that was Galaxy Hall, he glanced at the lighted plaque and for the hundredth time reread the inscription--
" ... to the brave men who sacrificed their lives in the conquest of s.p.a.ce, this Galaxy Hall is dedicated...."
Something moved in the darkness of the hall. Tom strained his eyes for a closer look and just managed to distinguish the figure of a cadet standing before the wreckage of the _s.p.a.ce Queen_. Funny, thought Tom.
Why should anyone be wandering around the hall at this time of night?
And then, as the floor slipped past, the figure turned slightly and was illuminated by the dim light that came from the slidestairs. Tom recognized the sharp features and close-cropped blond hair of Roger Manning!
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Roger was still standing in front of the_ s.p.a.ce Queen!]
Quickly changing over to the slidestairs going up, Tom slipped back to the hall floor and stepped off. Roger was still standing in front of the _s.p.a.ce Queen_!
Tom started to speak, but stopped when he saw Roger take out a handkerchief and dab at his eyes.
The movements of the other boy were crystal-clear to Tom. Roger was crying! Standing in front of the _s.p.a.ce Queen_ and crying!
He kept watching as Roger put away the handkerchief, saluted sharply and turned toward the slidestairs. Ducking behind a gla.s.s case that held the first s.p.a.ce suit ever used, Tom held his breath as Roger pa.s.sed him. He could hear Roger mumble.
"They got you--but they won"t get me with any of that glory stuff!"
Tom waited, heart racing, trying to figure out what Roger meant, and why he was here alone in Galaxy Hall. Finally the blond cadet disappeared up the moving stair.
Tom didn"t go to see Captain Strong. Instead, he returned to his room.
"So quick?" asked Astro.
Tom shook his head. "Where"s Roger?" he asked.
"In the shower." Astro gestured to the bathroom, where Tom could hear the sound of running water. "What made you change your mind about seeing Captain Strong?" asked Astro.
"I think we"ve misjudged Roger, Astro," said Tom slowly. And then related what he had seen and heard.