On the Trail of the Space Pirates Part 32

"Aye, aye, sir!"

"Head for the _Avenger_. Close in!"

"You mean we're going to lead the attack, sir?" Tom shouted in a sudden burst of enthusiasm.

"From the looks of things, I don't believe an attack will be necessary,"

replied Strong. "We're going alongside to accept c.o.xine's surrender.

Start blasting!"

"Aye, aye, _sir_!"

As Tom's voice was heard over the intercom speaker, issuing orders to Astro for change of course, Strong turned back to Roger.

"Open up the audioceiver to all-wave transmission!"

"You going to talk to c.o.xine, sir?"

"Yes. And I hope he'll listen. If he doesn't, I'll do my talking with six-inch blasters!"

Roger quickly adjusted the settings on the audioceiver and then turned to his skipper.

"She's all yours, sir. Give it to him good!"

Strong smiled thinly and picked up the microphone.

"Attention, Bull c.o.xine! Attention, Bull c.o.xine!" Strong's voice was cold and hard. "This is Captain Strong of the Solar Guard! You're surrounded. You haven't a chance of escape. I demand your unconditional surrender! Acknowledge immediately!"

Strong flipped the key to open the receiver and waited for the reply.

Roger moved closer, his eyes glued to the image of the pirate s.h.i.+p looming larger and larger on the scanner.

Fifteen seconds pa.s.sed. Thirty. There was no sound over the receiver.

Sweat began to bead Strong's forehead and he opened the transmitter key again.

"Listen, c.o.xine! I know you can hear me! I'll only talk to you once more! Surrender or you'll be blasted into protons! I'll give you exactly thirty seconds to make up your mind!"

Again Strong opened the receiver key and waited, but as the seconds ticked by, there was no answer.

"Sir, do you think he's sucking us into a trap?" Roger whispered.

"Maybe," replied Strong grimly. "But he knows what would happen to him if he opened fire."

"Captain Strong! Captain Strong!" Tom's voice suddenly blared over the s.h.i.+p's intercom.

"Don't bother me now, Corbett," replied Strong irritably.

"But, sir," Tom persisted, "that isn't the _Avenger_!"

"What!" Strong was thunderstruck.

"No, sir," continued the young cadet. "I'm looking at her right now on my control-deck scanner. It's the same model s.h.i.+p as the _Avenger_, but it isn't c.o.xine's!"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, sir. I was on her long enough to know."

"Blast it! Then what--?"

Roger suddenly interrupted Strong. "Sir, look at her over the magnascope! She's been abandoned!"

The Solar Guard captain quickly turned to the magnascope screen. There he saw a close-up view of the target. It was a helpless derelict. All emergency ports were open and the jet-boat locks were empty.

Strong's face grew pale and he slumped back in his chair.

"What--what do you suppose happened, sir?" asked Roger hesitantly.

"It's easy enough to figure," Strong replied, his voice dull and lifeless. "c.o.xine is using more than one s.h.i.+p now. And when this one was damaged, he simply transferred to another one. He's outfoxed us again!"

Slowly, with wooden legs, he walked over to the teleceiver.

"Attention all s.h.i.+ps! Resume former search stations. All we've caught here is a red herring!"

And as the powerful engines of the _Polaris_ picked up speed, Strong imagined he could hear Gargantuan laughter echoing in s.p.a.ce around him.

CHAPTER 17

"s.p.a.ceman's luck, sir," said Tom, shaking Captain Strong's hand.

Silently the other two cadets in turn gripped their skipper's hand tightly.

"Thanks, boys," said Strong. "If we're going to get that s.p.a.ce crawler, we have to trap him. And the best bait I know is a twenty-million-credit pay roll."

"But won't you take at least one man with you, sir?" pleaded Tom.

"Sitting up there in s.p.a.ce in a decoy s.h.i.+p waiting for c.o.xine is like--" Tom paused. "Well, you won't have much of a chance, sir, if c.o.xine opens fire before asking questions."

"That's the risk I've got to take, Tom," said Strong. "It took a lot of talking to get Commander Walters' permission to try this. But we've got to force c.o.xine to come out far enough from the asteroid belt to catch him before he can run back in and lose himself again." The young captain smiled wanly and added, "Don't think that your job is unimportant!"

Tom, Roger, and Astro nodded. On their return from the unsuccessful attempt to capture c.o.xine, they had been suddenly faced with the routine duty of transporting a twenty-million-credit pay roll from Atom City to the satellite of t.i.tan for the crystal miners.

Thinking one sure way to catch any rat was to use a lure, Tom suggested that the t.i.tan armored freighter be used as a decoy to capture the pirate, and the cadets could carry the pay roll in the _Polaris_.

Commander Walters had considered the plan, and then realizing that c.o.xine might fire on the freighter before seizing it, disapproved of placing a full crew aboard the lightly armed s.h.i.+p. Instead, he would send only one man. Strong had volunteered for the a.s.signment and had persuaded the commander to allow him to man the decoy s.h.i.+p.

Now, the two s.h.i.+ps, the _Polaris_ and the armed freighter stood side by side at the Academy s.p.a.ceport, and the three cadets and their commanding officer waited for the signal to blast off.