""Morning, boys," said Kit with a weary smile. His eyes were bloodshot.
The cadets knew he had worked all night to revise and resubmit his specification sheet to Strong.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
""Morning, sir," said Tom.
"I"d like to have you O.K. this gear unit. I made it last night."
Astro took the gear and examined it closely.
"Looks fine to me," he said finally, handing it back. "Part of your main pumps?"
"Why, yes," replied Kit, surprised. "Say, you seem to know your business."
"Only the best rocket buster in s.p.a.ce, sir," chimed in Tom. "He eats, sleeps, and dreams about machinery on a power deck."
"Is that for your new reactor, sir?" asked Astro.
"Yes. Want to come over and take a look at it?"
"Want to!" exclaimed Roger. "You couldn"t keep him away with a ray gun, Captain Barnard."
"Fine," said Kit. "Incidentally, I"m not in the Solar Guard any more; don"t even hold a reserve commission, so you don"t have to "sir" me. I"d prefer just plain Kit. O.K.?"
The three boys grinned. "O.K., Kit," said Tom.
Astro began to fidget and Tom nudged Roger. "Think we can spare the Venusian for a little while?"
"Might as well let him go," grunted Roger. "He"d only sneak off later, anyway."
Astro grinned sheepishly. "If anyone wants me to check anything, I"ll be over at Kit"s. Where is your ship?" he asked the veteran s.p.a.ceman.
"Hangar Fourteen. Opposite the main entrance gate."
"Fine, that"s where I"ll be, fellows. See you later."
With Astro bending over slightly to hear what Kit was saying, the two men walked away. Roger shook his head. "You know, I still can"t get used to that guy. He acts like a piece of machinery was a good-looking s.p.a.ce doll!"
"I"ve seen you look the same way at your radarscope, Roger."
"Yeah, but it"s different with me."
"Is it?" said Tom, turning away so that Roger would not see him laughing. And as he did, he saw something that made him pause. In front of the hangar, Captain Strong was talking to Quent Miles. There was no mistaking the tall s.p.a.ceman in his severe black clothes.
"Here comes more work," muttered Tom. Quent had turned away from Strong and was walking toward them.
"Strong said I had to get you to O.K. this scope," said Quent with a sneer. "Hurry it up! I haven"t got all day."
He handed them a radarscope that was common equipment on small pleasure yachts, and was considerably lighter in weight than the type used on larger freight vessels.
"What"s the gross weight of your ship?" asked Roger after a quick glance at the large gla.s.s tube with a crystal surface that had been polished to a smooth finish.
"Two thousand tons," said Quent. "Why?"
Roger shook his head. "This is too small, Mr. Miles. You will have to use the standard operational scope."
"But it"s too big."
"I"m sorry, sir--" began Roger.
"Sorry!" Quent exploded. "Give me that tube, you squirt." He s.n.a.t.c.hed it out of Roger"s hand. "I"m using this scope whether you like it or not!"
"If you use that scope," said Tom coldly, "your ship will be disqualified."
Quent glared at the two boys for a moment, his black eyes cold and hard.
"They make kids feel mighty important around here, don"t they?"
"They give us jobs to do," said Roger. "Usually we can handle them fine.
Occasionally we run into a s.p.a.ce-ga.s.sing b.u.m and he makes things difficult, but we manage to take care of him."
Quent stepped forward in a threatening manner, but Roger did not move.
"Listen," the s.p.a.ceman snarled, "stay out of my way, you young punk, or I"ll blast you."
"Don"t ever make the mistake of touching me, Mister," said Roger calmly. "You might find that you"re the one who"s blasted."
Quent stared at them a moment, then spun on his heels and swaggered back to his ship.
"You know, Roger," said Tom, watching Miles disappear into the hangar, "I have an idea he is one s.p.a.ceman who"ll back up his threats."
Roger ignored Tom"s statement. "Come on. We"ve got a lot of work to do,"
he said, turning away.
The two cadets headed for the next hangar and boarded a ship with the picture of a chicken on its nose. While Roger examined the communications and astrogation deck, Tom busied himself inspecting the control deck, where the great panels of the master control board were stripped of everything but absolute essentials. Later, they called Astro back to make a careful inspection of the power deck on the ship. While they waited for the Venusian cadet, Tom and Roger talked to the pilot.
Gigi Duarte was a small, dapper Frenchman who somehow, in the course of his life, had acquired the nickname "Chicken" and it had been with him ever since. The cadets had met him once before when they rode on a pa.s.senger liner from Mars to Venusport and liked the small, stubby s.p.a.ceman. Now, renewing their friendship, the boys and "Gigi the Chicken" sat on the lower step of the air lock and chatted.
"This is the greatest thing that has happened to me," said Gigi. "Ever since I can remember, I have wanted to race in s.p.a.ce!"
"Don"t get much chance when you"re hauling pa.s.sengers around, I guess,"
said Tom.
Gigi shook his head. "One must always be careful. Just so fast, over a certain route, taking all the precautionary steps for fuel! Bah! But this flight! This time, I will show you speed! Watch the French Chicken and you will see speed as you have never--" Suddenly he stopped and frowned. "But you cannot see me. I will be going too fast!"
Tom and Roger laughed. After Astro joined them, they shook hands with the Frenchman, wished him luck, and went to the next ship to inspect it.
Gigi"s ship was already being towed out to the blast-off ramp, and by the time the three boys had completed their inspection of the next ship, the gaily colored French ship flashed the ready signal to Strong.
"Blast off, minus five, four, three, two, one--_zero!_" Strong"s voice boomed out over the loud-speakers and the French Chicken poured on the power. His ship arose from the ground easily, and in five seconds was out of sight in the cloudless skies above.