Danger in Deep Space Part 22

"Corbett!" he roared. "By the craters of Luna, I couldn't contact you.

Return to the _Polaris_ on the double!"

"Is there something wrong, sir?" asked Tom, apprehensive after seeing the wildness of the jungle below him.

"Wrong?" blared Connel. "News from Earth--from the Academy! Roger's been cleared of all charges."

"Cleared?" stammered Tom.

"Absolutely! When I sealed the radar bridge after the crash, a security officer examined the settings on the scanners and transmitting equipment. They showed that Roger _had_ been on duty at the time--that he had been tracking the s.h.i.+p as he claimed."

"Then what was the reason for the crash?"

"Security isn't sure yet. An acceleration control lever is missing from the wreckage. And it wasn't broken off as a result of the crash. Now Loring and Mason are wanted for further questioning."

Tom looked at his unit-mate, Astro. The big Venusian had his head turned to one side; he seemed to be staring out over the vast writhing jungle.

"Astro, did you hear?" asked Tom softly.

"Yeah," mumbled Astro in a small, choked voice. "Just don't ask me to turn around."

CHAPTER 12

"How much longer before we reach the atmosphere of Tara, Manning?" asked Loring.

Roger bent over the chart table and quickly measured the distance between his present position and that of Tara.

"About two hours," he said, straightening up.

"Good!" said Loring. "Let me know soon as we get close."

"O.K.," replied the cadet.

"Hey, radar deck!" Mason's voice came over the intercom from the power deck of the _s.p.a.ce Devil_. "Don't forget to let me know when I have to cut down on thrust!"

"Take it easy, s.p.a.ceboy," snapped Roger. "You'll know in plenty of time!" He turned back to the radar scanner and continued the never-ending sweep of s.p.a.ce ahead.

After a week of checking and reconditioning the _s.p.a.ce Devil_ in the wild Venusian jungles, Roger had become more and more disgusted with himself. Being a wanted s.p.a.ceman had had its disadvantages on s.p.a.ceman's Row, but working in the steaming jungles, fighting deadly reptiles and insects, with Loring and Mason on his neck every minute had soured his appet.i.te for adventure. Several times, when Roger had suggested a certain part be replaced, Loring and he had argued violently, and Roger had threatened to quit. Now, after the long tedious trip through s.p.a.ce, Roger's relations.h.i.+p with the others was more strained than ever. The sure dependability of Tom on the control deck and Astro on the power deck made the work of Loring and Mason sloppy by comparison. Once, when Roger had been on radar watch, while the s.h.i.+p roared through the asteroid belt, collision with a small asteroid had threatened. Roger ordered a course change, but Mason, who had taken over the power deck, had been asleep. Luckily, s.h.i.+nny had been near by, had made the course change, and saved the s.h.i.+p. Seething with anger, Roger had gone to the power deck and given the s.h.i.+ftless s.p.a.ceman a terrific beating.

Over and over, conflicts had arisen among them as they blasted through deep s.p.a.ce, and always, it seemed to Roger, he was in the middle of it.

The only satisfaction he could find in the hazardous venture was the prospect of the five million credits. And even this had lost its excitement in the last few days, as his nerves stretched to the breaking point. Only the sly humor of s.h.i.+nny had saved Roger from the monotony of the long haul through s.p.a.ce.

Roger absently flipped the scanner to its farthest range. He had been observing the planet Tara for several hours and knew its shape fairly well. But he suddenly jerked to attention. His hands trembled slightly as he peered intently at the scope. Finally he slumped back. There was no doubt about it. On the scanner was a jet boat in flight.

"Hey, Loring! s.h.i.+nny! Mason! Get up here on the double!" he yelled into the intercom.

"What's up?" demanded Loring.

"Get up here!" shouted Roger. "We're in for trouble--plenty of trouble!"

Presently the three s.p.a.cemen were grouped around the scanner, staring at the unmistakable outline of a jet boat.

"By the rings of Saturn," declared Loring, "it must be Connel and his crew!"

"What're we going to do?" whined Mason.

Loring's face darkened. "Only one thing we can do now," he growled.

"What do you mean?" asked Roger.

"I mean that we're going to blast them!" Loring snarled. "Connel and whoever else is with him!"

"But--but--" stammered Roger, "the _Polaris_ crew is down there!"

"Listen, Manning!" Loring turned to the cadet. "Have you forgotten that you're wanted by the Solar Guard? You give that bunch down there a chance and they'll make you a s.p.a.ce crawler on prison rock!"

"Why--I--" stammered Roger. He knew what Loring had said was the truth.

If it was Connel, there would be no question what would happen to him.

He faced Loring. "What will you do to them?"

"One well-placed reactant bomb, and they'll never know a thing!" sneered Loring.

"But you don't have any bombs aboard," said Roger.

"A little of the fuel and I can build one easily enough," replied Loring. He turned to Mason. "Go below and suit up to go into the reaction chamber," he ordered. "Get an extra lead suit out. I'll go in and help you. And find something we can use for a trigger and a fuse."

He smiled at Roger. "It might be a little crude, but it'll be fancy enough for what we want. I'm going to blast the _Polaris_ from here back to your sweet little s.p.a.ce Academy!"

Mason and Loring left the radar bridge while s.h.i.+nny and Roger watched the white blip of the jet boat.

"That could be Tom and Astro in that jet boat," said Roger softly to himself.

"I guess I'd better stand by the power deck while we maneuver," said s.h.i.+nny. "We wanta stay hidden until Loring and Mason get that thing ready."

Roger nodded, and s.h.i.+nny disappeared.

Maneuvering cautiously, Roger brought the _s.p.a.ce Devil_ around to the night side of Tara opposite to the landing site of the _Polaris_.

Four hours later Loring and Mason came out of the reactant chamber carrying a small lead box. They placed it gently on the deck and began taking off their lead suits. Roger and s.h.i.+nny stared at the box.

"There she is," said Loring. "Not much to look at, but there's enough juice in there to blast the _Polaris_ into s.p.a.ce junk!"

"Wait a minute, Loring!" said Roger. "There'll be no killing! No one gets hurt!"

"Got a squeamish stomach, eh, kid?" Loring laughed. He slapped Mason on the back. "Our little s.p.a.ce Cadet is suddenly worrying about his friends. The same friends that wanted to send him away to the prison asteroid."