" ... Go Astro!... Go Astro!..."
Pounding down for the kick, Astro gauged his stride perfectly and with one last, mighty leap swung his right foot at the ball.
There was a loud thud drowned by a roar from the crowd as the ball sailed off the ground with terrific force. And then almost immediately there was another thud as Allen rose in a desperate leap to block the ball with his shoulder. It caromed off at a crazy angle, wobbling in its flight as the mercury within rolled from side to side. Swift, of the _Arcturus_ crew, reached the ball first and sent it sailing at an angle over Tom"s head to bounce thirty feet away. Seeing Astro charge the ball, Tom threw a block on Allen to knock him out of the play. The big Venusian, judging his stride to be a little off, shortened his steps to move in for the kick. But just as he brought his foot forward to make contact, the ball spun away to the left. Astro"s foot continued in a perfect arc over his head, throwing him in a heap on the ground.
Two thousand voices from the stands roared in one peal of laughter.
While Astro lay on the ground with the wind knocked out of him, Schohari and Swift converged on the ball. With Astro down and Tom out of position, the _Arcturus_ unit seemed certain of scoring. But again the ball rolled crazily, this time straight to Roger, the last defender. He nudged it between his opponents toward Tom, who, in turn, kicked it obliquely past Allen back to Roger again. Running with the grace and speed of an antelope, the blond cadet met the ball in mid-field, and when it dropped to the ground in front of him, sent it soaring across the goal with one powerful kick!
As the cadets in the stands sent up a tumultuous cheer for the perfectly executed play, the whistle blew, ending the period and the _Polaris_ unit led, one to nothing.
Breathing deeply, Astro and Roger flopped down near Tom and stretched full length on the gra.s.s.
"That was a beautiful shot, Roger," said Tom. "Perfectly timed!"
"Yeah, hot-shot," agreed Astro, "I"m glad to see that big head of yours is good for something!"
"Listen, fellas," said Roger eagerly, ignoring Astro, "to go into the finals against Richards and the _Capella_ unit, we"ve got to beat the _Arcturus_ crew, right?"
"Yeah," agreed Tom, "and it won"t be easy. We just happened to get the breaks."
"Then why don"t we put the game on ice?" said Roger. "Freeze the ball!
We got "em one to nothing, that"s enough to beat them. When the whistle blows and it"s over, we win!"
Astro looked at Tom, who frowned and replied, "But we"ve still got three periods left, Roger. It isn"t fair to freeze this early in the game. If it was the last minute or so, sure. But not so early. It just isn"t fair."
"What do you want to do?" snarled Roger. "Win, or play fair?"
"Win, of course, but I want to win the right way," said Tom.
"How about you, Astro?" asked Roger.
"I feel the same way that Tom does," said the big cadet. "We can beat these guys easily--and on the square."
"You guys make it sound like I was cheating," snapped Roger.
"Well," said Tom, "it sure isn"t giving the _Arcturus_ guys a break."
The whistle blew for them to return to the goal line.
"Well," asked Roger, "do we freeze or don"t we?"
"I don"t want to. But majority always rules in this unit, Roger." Tom glanced at Astro. "How about it, Astro?"
"We can beat "em fair and square. We play all out!" answered Astro.
Roger didn"t say anything. He moved to one side and took his position for the dash down field.
The whistle blew again and the crowd roared as the two teams charged toward the ball. The cadets were eager to see if the _Arcturus_ crew could tie the score or if the crew of the _Polaris_ would increase its lead. But after a few moments of play, their cries of encouragement subsided into rumbles of discontent. In its eagerness to score, the _Arcturus_ unit kept making errors and lost the ball constantly but the crew of the _Polaris_ failed to capitalize. The second period ended with the score unchanged.
As he slumped to the ground for the rest period, Astro turned on Roger bitterly. "What"s the idea, Manning? You"re d.o.g.g.i.ng it!"
"You play your game, Astro," replied Roger calmly, "I"ll play mine."
"We"re playing this game as a team, Roger," chimed in Tom heatedly.
"You"re kicking the ball all over the lot!"
"Yeah," added Astro. "In every direction except the goal!"
"I was never clear," defended Roger. "I didn"t want to lose possession of the ball!"
"You sure didn"t," said Tom. "You acted as if it was your best friend and you never wanted to be separated from it!"
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"We said we didn"t want to freeze this game, Roger, and we meant it!"
Astro glowered at his unit-mate. "Next period you show us some action!
If you don"t want to score, feed it to us and we"ll save you the trouble!"
But the third period was the same. While Tom and Astro dashed up and down the field, blocking out the members of the _Arcturus_ crew to give Roger a clear shot, he simply nudged the ball back and forth between the side lines, ignoring his teammates" pleas to drive forward. As the whistle sounded for the end of the period, boos and catcalls from the grandstand filled the air.
Tom"s face was an angry red as he faced Roger again on the side lines during the rest period.
"You hear that, Roger?" he growled, nodding his head toward the stands.
"That"s what they think of your smart playing!"
"What do I care?" replied the blond cadet arrogantly. "They"re not playing this game! I am!"
"And we are too!" Astro"s voice was a low rumble as he came up behind Manning. "If you don"t give us a chance, so help me, I"ll use your head for a ball!"
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"If you"re so interested in scoring, why don"t you go after the ball yourselves then?" said Roger.
"Because we"re too busy trying to be a team!" snapped Tom. "We"re trying to clear shots for you!"
"Don"t be so generous," sneered Roger.
"I"m warning you, Roger"--Astro glared at the arrogant cadet--"if you don"t straighten out and fly right--"
McKenny"s whistle from the far side lines suddenly sounded, interrupting the big cadet, and the three boys trooped back out on the field again.
Again the air was filled with boos and shouts of derision and Tom"s face flushed with shame.
This time, when McKenny"s hand flashed downward, Tom streaked for the ball, instead of Schohari, his usual opponent. He measured his stride carefully and reached the ball in perfect kicking position.
He felt the satisfying thud against his foot, and saw the ball shoot out high in front of him and head for the goal line. It was a beautiful kick. But then, the ball suddenly sank, its flight altered by the action of the mercury. Running down field, Tom saw Swift and Allen meet the ball together. Allen blocked it with his chest and caromed it over to Swift. Swift let the ball drop to the ground, drawing his foot back to kick. But again, the mercury changed the ball"s action, twisting it to one side and Swift"s kick caught it on the side. Instead of the ball going down field, it veered to the left, in the path of Astro. Quickly getting his head under it, he shifted it to Roger, who streaked in and stopped it with his hip. But then, instead of pa.s.sing ahead to Tom, who by now was down field and in the open, Roger prepared to kick for the goal himself.
Tom shouted a warning but it was too late. Schohari came rushing in behind him, and at running stride, met the ball squarely with his right foot. It sailed high in the air and over the _Polaris_ goal line just as the whistle blew. The game was tied.