"To him it _is_," said Strong. "Good luck, Kit."
"Incidentally," said Kit before signing off, "I heard that crack Wild Bill made about a steak. Better put _my_ name on it!"
Strong then contacted Quent Miles" vessel. "Is Manning there, Miles?"
"Yeah, he"s here. Dead asleep!" growled Miles. "I thought you said he was going to be a help."
Strong"s face grew red. "Well, wake him up," he snapped.
"You come wake him up," said Miles, and then the speaker went dead.
"Control tower to _s.p.a.ce Knight_!" Strong called angrily. "Come in, Miles. Control tower to _s.p.a.ce Knight_!"
"Yeah. What do you want?" growled Miles over the vast distance of s.p.a.ce that already separated the two men and that each second took them thousands of miles farther apart.
"I want to speak to Manning," demanded Strong. "And if you cut me off like that again, Miles, I"ll have you before a Solar Guard court for violation of the s.p.a.ce code, race or no race."
"I told you once," said Miles. "Manning is asleep. He sacked in right after we left the Academy. Now leave me alone, will you! I"ve got a race to win!"
"Very well, Miles," said Strong. "But for your sake, I hope Cadet Manning _is_ asleep."
"End transmission," growled Miles, and again the speaker went dead.
"Trouble, Steve?"
Strong turned to see Commander Walters enter the control room.
"No, sir," said Strong. "I tried to contact Roger, but Quent Miles told me he"s asleep."
"Asleep!" cried Walters. "But I thought you weren"t going to put Manning with Miles."
"Astro wanted to go with Kit, sir. And Tom was anxious to go with Wild Bill Stic.o.o.n. Roger didn"t seem to mind."
"Did Miles object?"
"Yes, sir. But I think he would object to anyone going with him."
"And he told you Roger is asleep?"
Strong nodded. Walters pushed past him to the intercom and took the microphone. "This is Commander Walters calling rocket ship _s.p.a.ce Knight_. Come in, _s.p.a.ce Knight_."
There was a flutter of static and then Quent Miles" voice again. There was a little more respect in his tone but his story was the same. Roger was sleeping.
Walters slammed the microphone down. "By the craters of Luna, this is the last time I"ll take this nonsense from Manning!" He jerked around and stood facing the viewport. "I"m sorry, Steve, but there have been more reports from t.i.tan. The situation is serious. I"ve had to start evacuation. And then to get this smart-alecky behavior out of Manning.
Well, you know what I mean."
Strong nodded, now more concerned about the emergency on Mars. "Shall I blast off right away, sir?" he asked.
Walters nodded grimly. "Yes. And I"m going with you. I"ll leave Major Connel in charge while I"m gone. I would prefer to have him go, but he"s been working with Dr. Dale on some new idea about reinforcing the force field and I can"t pull him off it. You and I will have to do what we can."
Strong turned to the tower operator and ordered the rocket cruiser _Polaris_ readied for immediate s.p.a.ce flight, concluding, " ... and have a full complement of s.p.a.ce Marines aboard. And I want Warrant Officer Mike McKenny as squad leader."
"Have you forgotten, sir?" interjected the enlisted s.p.a.ceman who was taking Strong"s orders. "Warrant Officer McKenny cannot take acceleration."
"All right, get--" Strong hesitated. "Get me Jeff Marshall, Professor Sykes" a.s.sistant."
Walters nodded. "Good idea. Jeff can take care of any lab tests we may have to make and also knows how to handle men. As a matter of fact,"
Walters continued, "if Jeff does well on this a.s.signment I might put him up for a commission in the Solar Guard. He did well on that last trip into deep s.p.a.ce during that trouble on Roald."
"Yes, sir," said Strong. "And I"ll gladly endorse it."
"Is that all, sir?" asked the enlisted man.
"That"s it, s.p.a.ceman!" said Strong. When the man didn"t move right away, Walters and Strong looked at him. "Well, what is it?"
"Excuse me, sir," said the guardsman, a bright-faced youngster who had failed to pa.s.s the rigid requirements for cadet training and so had entered the enlisted Solar Guard. "I heard what Captain Miles said about Cadet Manning being asleep and--" He hesitated.
"Well, what about it?" prompted Walters.
"Well, sir, I don"t know if it means anything or not," replied the boy nervously. "But just before the ship blasted off, I saw Cadet Manning standing inside the air lock. He looked as if he wanted to get out. But you were counting the blast-off time, sir. And he disappeared a few seconds before you hit zero."
Strong looked at Walters. "Are you sure?" he asked the boy.
"I"m positive, sir. I know Cadet Manning well, and he looked as though he was scared."
Strong clenched his fists. "Asleep, huh?" he growled. "Get me the _s.p.a.ce Knight_!"
The boy returned to the audioceiver and began calling Miles, but there was no reply. After a few minutes Walters interrupted, "We can"t waste any more time here, Steve. We"ve got to blast off!"
"Get hold of Corbett on the _s.p.a.ce Lance_," said Strong to the s.p.a.ceman.
"Tell him I said to get in touch with Manning on the _s.p.a.ce Knight_. Ask him to find out what"s going on."
"Yes, sir."
"And then tell him to contact me on the _Polaris_. We"re blasting off immediately."
"Very well, sir."
Walters turned to Captain Strong. "What do you think it means, Steve?"
he asked.
"I can"t figure it, sir. Knowing Manning as I do, it could be a crazy stunt or it could be serious."
"It had better be serious," said Walters grimly, "for Manning"s sake.
One more slip, and I"m bouncing him right out of the Academy!"
The two officers left the control tower, leaving young Oliver m.u.f.fin alone, droning his monotonous call to Tom Corbett, somewhere between Earth and Mars--a call that was to be the young cadet"s first warning of treachery in deep s.p.a.ce!