As Quent stood before the two cadets, his gun leveled, Ross strode to the audioceiver and flipped it on. "This is Quent Miles to Commander Walters aboard the _Polaris_," he called. "Come in, Walters."
Tom and Roger looked at each other, puzzled.
"If you can hear me, Walters, this is Quent Miles. I"m surrendering to you. And you alone! Call off your squadrons and come alongside in the _Polaris_ by yourself. If you hear me, Walters, you better do what I say, or you"ll never see Manning and Corbett again." He flipped the audioceiver off and grinned at his brother. "When Walters comes aboard, he"s going to get a nice surprise."
"Like what?" demanded Tom.
Ross grinned wickedly, looking very much like the devil incarnate. "You heard Walters" order to open fire, didn"t you?" he said. "It seems that s.p.a.ce Cadets aren"t worth much as hostages. But what do you think it will be like with a full-fledged commander in our hands, eh? And a rocket cruiser like the _Polaris_ to run around in."
"You wouldn"t dare kidnap Commander Walters!" exclaimed Tom.
"Oh, no." Ross laughed. "Listen, punk, with a murder charge hanging over our heads, and a couple of million credits" worth of pitchblende in the holds, both of us would do anything! And don"t you forget it!" He turned to his brother. "Come on over here, Quent, and I"ll tell you what we"re going to do."
When the two s.p.a.cemen were out of earshot, Tom turned to Roger. "How do you feel, Roger?"
"As if I"m going to shake myself apart," replied the radar-deck cadet, his teeth still chattering from the effects of the paralo ray.
"Well, hold on just a little bit longer, boy, because the next few minutes might spell the difference between getting out of here and--"
Tom was cut off by a sudden blast from the loud-speaker of the audioceiver.
"This is Commander Walters!" came a clear voice. "I accept your proposal, Miles. But I warn you, if anything has happened to those boys--"
"No, Commander!" yelled Tom. "It"s a trap!"
" ... you will suffer for it," the voice continued.
"No use, Tom," said Roger. "The set was only on reception."
The two boys looked at each other and then across the control deck to the grinning faces of the twins, Quent and Ross Miles.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
CHAPTER 20
"Ease her up a little more, Steve!"
Commander Walters stood at the viewport watching the mighty _Polaris_ slide alongside the black ship toward the coupling devices that would lock the two ships together in s.p.a.ce.
"A little more!" said Walters. "About twenty feet!"
"Short burst on the main jets!" Strong called into the intercom.
"Aye, aye!" shouted Astro from below.
The giant ship inched along, the skins of the two ships barely touching.
"That"s it!" shouted Walters. "The magnetic coupling links are in place.
We"re locked together!" He turned to Strong and Barnard. "Secure ship and come with me."
"Are you going to leave anyone on the ship, sir?" asked Strong as he cut all power.
"No, I want everyone with me," replied Walters. "No telling what Miles might try. As soon as we get aboard, spread out and search the ship.
Find Tom and Roger if you can and then come up to the control deck."
"Aye, aye, sir," acknowledged Strong.
Walters turned to the audioceiver and spoke sharply into the microphone.
"This is Walters, Miles. We"re alongside and preparing to board your ship. I warn you not to try any tricks. I"ve accepted your surrender and hold you to it on your honor as a s.p.a.ceman!" He paused, waiting for acknowledgment, then called again. "Are you there, Miles?"
There was a crackle of static over the loud-speaker and Miles" voice rang out on the control deck of the _Polaris_. "I"m here, Walters. Come on aboard!"
Walters turned to Strong and Kit. "Let"s go. You know your jobs, so search the ship and report on the control deck." He strode toward the coupling locks that held the two ships together in s.p.a.ce.
Aboard the black ship, Quent and Ross Miles smiled at each other. "You know what to do, Quent?" said Ross.
The brother nodded. "All set!" he said.
"Get going then. And don"t make a move until you hear me draw their attention!"
"Right!"
The two brothers shook hands and Quent turned away, hurriedly leaving the control deck. Ross walked over to Tom and Roger, who watched the scene with anxious eyes.
"I really hate to do this, boys," he said, "but as you can see, things are pretty tight!" With that, he suddenly brought the b.u.t.t of his ray gun down hard on Roger"s head. The blond-haired cadet slumped to the floor. Tom leaped at the s.p.a.ceman, but before he could close with him, Ross stepped back quickly and brought the gun down sharply on his head.
The cadet slumped to the deck.
Quickly Ross propped them up against the bulkhead. Then, after a fast look around the control deck for any last thing he might have forgotten, he walked casually over to the control station and sat down. Seconds later Walters and Strong stepped inside.
"I arrest you for murder, willful destruction of Solar Guard property, and illegal operation of a uranium mine, Quent Miles!" said Walters. The s.p.a.ceman shrugged and said nothing.
Strong bent over the unconscious forms of the two cadets and tried to bring them to, but they failed to respond.
"Better leave them alone, Steve," said Walters. "We have to get a medical officer for them. They look as if they"ve been b.u.mped pretty hard."
Strong stood up abruptly and walked over to Miles, who lounged casually in his chair. Ignoring Walters, the Solar Guard captain stood in front of the black-suited s.p.a.ceman, his jaw within an inch of the other man"s face.
"If anything serious has happened to those two boys, Miles," he said in a cold, flat voice, full of menace, "I"ll tear you apart!"
Miles paled for an instant and then grinned uneasily. "Don"t worry about it, Strong. They"re pretty tough kids."
Kit Barnard suddenly burst into the control room. "I"ve searched the cargo holds, Commander," he said. "Nothing there but lead boxes. Didn"t find the boys--" Barnard stopped suddenly at the sight of the two unconscious cadets. "Tom! Roger!" he cried.
"They were slugged, Kit," said Strong. "You go back to the _Polaris_ and send out an emergency call. Find the closest ship with a medical officer aboard and arrange for a meeting out here in s.p.a.ce. We"ll be ready to blast in five minutes."