Tom was eager to notify his mysterious s.p.a.ce friends that the container was now ready to receive the brain energy. Bud went with him by jeep to the s.p.a.ce-communications laboratory. Chow, however, stayed behind and stared in fascination at the odd-looking robot creature.
The stout cook walked back and forth, eying the thing suspiciously from every angle. "Wonder what the critter eats?" he muttered.
Feeling in his shirt pocket, Chow brought out a wad of his favorite bubble gum. Should he or shouldn"t he? "Shucks, won"t hurt to try," the old Texan decided.
Chow unlocked the hinged point of the star head and popped the gum inside. He was somewhat disappointed when nothing happened. Feeling a trifle foolish, Chow finally removed his hat and bandanna from the creature and stumped off.
Meanwhile, in the s.p.a.ce-communications laboratory, Tom was pounding out a message on the keyboard of the electronic brain. Tom had invented this device for automatically coding and decoding messages between the Swifts and their s.p.a.ce friends. It was connected to a powerful transmitting-and-receiving apparatus, served by a huge radio-telescope antenna mounted atop the communications building.
Bud looked on as Tom signaled:
TOM SWIFT TO s.p.a.cE FRIENDS. CONTAINER FOR ENERGY IS NOW READY.
SHOULD IT BE PLACED OUTDOORS?
Stirred by a worrisome afterthought, Tom added:
MESSAGES MAY BE INTERCEPTED BY ENEMY WHO WISHES TO STEAL ENERGY.
SUGGEST YOU USE FLIGHT PATH TO LAND EXACTLY TWO MILES WEST OF FIRST CONTACT WITH US.
"By "first contact," you mean when that black missile landed at Enterprises?" Bud asked.
Tom nodded. At that time, he reminded Bud, the Brungarians and their conquerors had not yet learned of the Swifts" communication from another planet. Hence they would have no idea of the site referred to--which would hamper any plans to kidnap the brain energy.
"I get it," Bud said. "Smart idea, pal!"
Tensely the two boys waited for a reply from outer s.p.a.ce.
CHAPTER VII
WALL OF WATER!
Minutes went by before the signal bell rang on the electronic brain.
Both Tom and Bud dashed over to the machine as it began to spell out the incoming message on tape:
ENERGY WILL COME TO THE SPOT YOU SUGGESTED. WE CAN CONTROL FLIGHT COURSE BUT WHILE THE ENERGY IS ON EARTH YOU WILL BE IN CHARGE. WE WILL HAVE NO CONTROL FOR TWENTY-ONE DAYS. THEN WE WILL RECALL ENERGY TO BRING US IMPRESSIONS AND DATA OF YOUR WORLD.
The two boys stared at each other excitedly as the transmission ended.
"Wow!" Bud murmured. "If Planet X is a peaceful place, Ole Think Box is sure in for a jolt here on earth!"
Tom grinned fleetingly at the reference to Chow"s nickname for the robot creature. Then he became serious, knowing that Bud"s words were all too true. The s.p.a.ce visitor might also take back impressions of the suffering and warlike threats that some earth countries inflict on one another. Maybe one day, Tom reflected, it would be different.
In the meantime, the young inventor realized he had an awesome responsibility. He must not only make the best use of the brain energy during its stay on earth, but also keep it from falling into the hands of treacherous Brungarian plotters.
Tom"s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of girls" voices.
Sandy and Phyl were standing in the doorway of the s.p.a.ce-communications laboratory.
"Talk about deep thinkers!" Sandy said teasingly.
"Goodness, we had no idea we"d be interrupting a session of the brain trust," Phyl added with a mischievous sparkle in her brown eyes. "Maybe we should go away again, Sandy!"
"Hey! Hold it, you two!" Bud exclaimed. "What do you think, Tom--are these the visitors we"ve been expecting from outer s.p.a.ce?"
"Well! I like that!" Sandy pouted. "Do we look like a couple of little green people?"
Tom chuckled and seized the opportunity to do a little teasing of his own. "I think it"s just your pointed heads that fooled us, Sis." Then, as the two girls broke down in laughter, he added, "Why the unexpected visit?"
Sandy and Phyl explained that they had come to invite the boys to a picnic cruise on Lake Carlopa the next day.
"And while we"re here, since it"s practically quitting time anyhow,"
Sandy went on, her blue eyes twinkling, "we might even let you drive us some place for dinner."
"Guess they"ve trapped us, Bud," Tom said with a grin. "Okay, it"s a deal. But first we have something to show you." He took the girls to his laboratory to show them the robot creature.
"It"s marvelous!" Sandy exclaimed, and Phyl agreed.
Early the next morning Bud called for Tom and Sandy in his tomato-red convertible. Then they stopped at the Newtons" house to pick up Phyl.
Each girl had packed a picnic basket for the day"s sail.
"Hmm. Looks as though we"re going to be well fed," Bud commented jokingly. "What"s on the menu, girls?"
"Chicken and ham sandwiches..." Sandy began.
"Pickles, olives, hard-boiled eggs, potato salad..." Phyl went on.
"Chocolate cake, milk..." Sandy took up the list.
"Stop! You have us hungry as bears already!" Tom warned.
"Right!" Bud agreed. "Come on! Let"s get this cruise under way!"
The two couples drove to the Shopton Yacht Club dock on Lake Carlopa.
There they boarded the _Sunspot_, a beautiful thirty-foot sailing ketch with auxiliary engine which Mr. Swift and Mr. Newton had purchased for a frequently promised but not yet realized joint family vacation.
The craft was equipped with twin gravitex stabilizers, mounted one on each side of the hull. These gave it amazing smoothness even when plowing through rough seas. They were adaptations of a device Tom had invented for his s.p.a.ce kite and _Cosmic Sailer_.
"Oh, what a gorgeous day for a sail!" Phyl said, aglow with enthusiasm.
The sky was a cloudless blue. Under a hot summer sun, a brisk breeze was ruffling the lake into tiny whitecaps. The two couples cast off eagerly and were soon scudding out across the water under full sail.
Tom and Bud wore swimming trunks under their slacks. Unfortunately the girls had forgotten to bring their suits. When the _Sunspot_ reached the center of the lake, the boys hove to, stripped down to their trunks, and dived overboard. Meanwhile, the girls sun-bathed on deck. Soon it was time for the picnic lunch, and all four ate with healthy young appet.i.tes.
"Jeepers!" Sandy whispered to Phyl with a giggle. "After a feast like this, we"ll have to go on a diet!"
"Don"t say it," Phyl warned, "or Tom and Bud will use that as an excuse for never taking us out ag--"