Tom Corbett Space Cadet

by Carey Rockwell

  "Unit—stand easy!"

  Like three happy puppies the cadets swarmed over their skipper, pounding him on the back, grabbing his hands, and mauling him until he had to cry out for peace.

  "Take it easy," he cried. "Relax, will you! You'll tear me apart!"

  "You're the happiest sight I've seen in weeks, sir!" shouted Tom.

  "Yeah," drawled Roger, grinning from ear to ear. "I couldn't be happier if you had brought along a ship full of space dolls!"

  "When did you get here, sir?" asked Astro. "Why didn't you let us know?"

  The questions tumbled out of the boys' mouths thick and fast, and Strong let them chatter until their initial burst of elation had worn itself out. Then, after quickly bringing them up to date on all news of the Academy, and news of Earth, he pulled up a chair and faced them solemnly. The three cadets braced themselves to tell him about their experiences since leaving Atom City.

  "There's a lot to tell, sir," began Tom. "But we're only going to give you the facts as we know them, sir. And then let you decide."

  Then starting from the beginning, when they were first relieved of their stations on the Polaris on the way out to the satellite, the three cadets related their experiences with Vidac, Hardy, and Professor Sykes. They ended with a detailed account of their being held for the disappearance of the professor.

  "And you say that the colonists were forced to pay for their food on the trip out?" asked Strong incredulously.

  "Yes, sir," said Tom. "And later, after the ships crashed, there was a shortage of farm tools and equipment, which meant that the colonists would have to farm with chemicals. Vidac made them sign over part of their future profits and mortgage their land holdings to get the chemicals."

  "And four hundred ships crashed in landing? Hasn't anybody figured out why yet?" Strong asked.

  Roger shook his head. "The instruments just went out, sir," he said. "I never saw anything like it, and when the professor wanted to go down in a jet boat first to investigate, Vidac insisted on taking the Polaris down, anyway. He brought her in by the seat of his pants…"

  "Only because Tom took over when he got cold feet," chimed in Astro.

  "Yeah," agreed Roger. "But the others couldn't do it. They just splashed in."

  "And there hasn't been any explanation of why the instruments went out?"

  "I haven't heard any, sir," said Astro. "Professor Sykes started out right after we landed to investigate the satellite, but I never heard anything more about it. When I asked him one day if he had found anything, he told me to mind my own business."

  "And now you're accused of abducting and murdering the professor," mused Strong.

  "That's it, sir," said Tom. "As I said, we didn't want to give you anything but the facts as we know them. There are a lot of incidents that would show Vidac is trying to pull something funny, but nothing that could be proved."

  Strong nodded. "Well, it certainly looks as though Vidac is—"

  Strong was suddenly interrupted by Bush who stepped into the room arrogantly, paralo-ray gun in hand.

  "Time's up!" he yelled, waving the gun at Strong.

  "Hasn't anybody figured out why four hundred ships crashed in landing?" Strong asked.

  "I've warned you about holding a weapon on a Solar Guard officer," snapped Strong, rising to face the man. "Either put that thing away or use it."

  Bush glanced at the smiling cadets and turned back to Strong.

  "Your time is up," he growled. "Get out!"

  "I said," replied Strong coldly, "either use that thing or put it away!"

  Bush glared at Strong, but the gun in his hand began to waver. "I said your time's up!" he repeated, but there was considerably less conviction in his voice.

  Suddenly Strong stepped forward and grabbed the man's wrist, forcing the gun down. As Bush started to struggle, Strong tightened his grip, and the victim's face grew white with pain. Slowly Bush's fingers opened and the paralo-ray weapon dropped to the floor.

  "Now pick it up and get out of here!" barked Strong, releasing Bush's arm. "I'm going to stay with the cadets as long as I want. And if you ever pull a gun on me again, I'll make you eat it!"

  He turned his back to Bush and faced the cadets again. Bush dove for the gun, raised it threateningly, then suddenly walked out of the room, slamming the door as hard as he could. The cadets sighed in relief and Strong smiled.

  "Let's see what Vidac makes of that," he said. "Now, let's get down to business. There's only one thing I can do right now."

  "Yes, sir?" asked Tom, waiting attentively.

  "I'm going to talk with a few of the colonists and see what else I can pick up. Meantime, you just take it easy. And if that space jerk outside gives you any trouble"—Strong paused and smiled—"show him a few of your wrestling tricks, Astro."

  The big Venusian nodded enthusiastically. "My pleasure, Captain."

  Strong stood up and shook hands with each of them. "From what you've told me," he said, "I think I should see Hyram Logan first."

  "Yes, sir," said Tom. "He's sort of the spokesman for the rest of the colonists. He can give you a lot of information."

  "Good!" said Strong. "Where will I find him?"

  Tom gave directions and the captain left the three cadets with a smile. "Don't worry. We'll see this through. In a short while you'll be on duty again."

  A half-hour later, in one of the converted jet boats, Steve Strong sped along the smooth broad streets and flat level highways of the colony. He was heading for the Logan farm and the long drive through the Roald countryside would ordinarily have been interesting and enjoyable. But the Solar Guard captain was preoccupied with his own thoughts. A name kept repeating itself over and over in his mind. Hardy—Hardy—Hardy. Why hadn't the governor done something about Vidac? Where was he when the colonists were forced to pay for their food? Why hadn't he checked on the cadets' statement that their report hadn't been sent out? Strong made a mental note to check the logbook of the Polaris when he returned.

  Suddenly, ahead of him, he saw a young boy walking along the highway. He slowed down and stopped beside him.

  "Hello, Sonny," called Strong with a smile. "Can you tell me where I can find the Logan farm?"

  The boy stared at Strong, eyes wide. "Sure thing, Mister, er—I mean—Captain. I'm Billy Logan."

  "Well, hop in, Billy!" said Strong. "I'll give you a lift!"

  "Thanks," replied the boy and jumped in beside Strong. "It's about a mile up the road, then we turn off." He couldn't keep his eyes off Strong's black-and-gold uniform. "I'm going to be a Space Cadet when I get old enough," he gulped breathlessly.

  "You are?" asked Strong. "That's fine. You have to study very hard."

  "I know," said Billy, "I'm starting already! Tom, Roger, and Astro lent me books and study spools to work on. Why, I bet I know every single Academy regulation right now!"

  Strong laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised!"

  "We turn off here," said Billy, indicating a narrow road branching off the main highway. "We live about three miles down. Out in the wilderness. By the stars, It's so lonely out here sometimes, I wish I was back on Venus!"

  "If you want to be a spaceman," said Strong, "you have to learn not to be lonely. Why, I just made a trip out from Atom City all by myself. Didn't bother me a bit!"

  "You did?" cried Billy. "Gosh!"

  He was so awed by Strong's solo trip out to the satellite that he remained silent the rest of the trip.

  A few moments later Strong pulled up at a small crystal structure, just off the road. He had no sooner stopped, than Billy was out of the car yelling to his father and sister at the top of his voice that they had a visitor.

  Hyram Logan came from around the back of the house to greet Strong, and Jane, who had been busy in the kitchen preparing supper, came to meet the young officer, wiping her hands on her apron.

  "Mighty glad to see the Solar Guard remembered we're out here," said Logan as he led Strong into the house. Seated comfortably in
the living room, Strong brought up the purpose of his visit right away.

  "I've just finished talking to the cadets, Mr. Logan, and they've been telling me some strange stories about Vidac and Governor Hardy. I'd like to hear what you have to say about it."

  "I can say everything in one sentence, Captain," snorted Logan. "Those space crawlers are trying to take everything we have away from us!"

  And for three hours Strong listened as the Venusian farmer talked. When the farmer had finished, Strong asked only one question.

  "Why didn't Governor Hardy do something?"

  "I can't explain that," said Logan. "When we were forced to pay for our food on the way out, we signed a petition and sent it to the governor. But we never heard anything about it. Of course Vidac could have intercepted it."

  "Well, thank you, Mr. Logan," said Strong, getting up.

  "Won't you stay for supper, Captain?" asked Jane.

  "Yeah, please stay, sir," pleaded Billy. "I'd like to hear about your trip out here all by yourself."

  Strong laughed. "Some other time, Billy." He ruffled the lad's hair. "I have to get back and see if the cadets are all right."

  A few moments later Strong was speeding along the superhighway back toward the city. There was only one thing on his mind—to get the cadets out of the trap they were in. But it would be a hard job. Vidac had witnesses against them. He mentally probed the situation further. Why would Vidac abduct Professor Sykes? Surely not to frame the cadets. He must have wanted to be rid of Sykes too. Sykes must have known something. But what? Strong suddenly thought of the professor's investigation of the landing disturbance. It could only have been the result of radioactivity in a large mass. So the professor must have discovered a large deposit of uranium. Strong's mind raced on. Sykes would have taken the report to Vidac or Hardy, or both, and—

  Strong forced himself to stop thinking. He was violating one of the cardinal laws of the Solar Alliance. He was presuming that Vidac or Hardy was guilty—and he didn't have an atom's worth of proof. There was only one way to get the proof. The cadets would have to escape to find it.

  * * * * *

  Strong sidled around the corner of the corridor. Down at the end of the hall, still standing in front of the cadet's door, Bush leaned against the wall, idly picking his teeth. Strong realized that he would have to sneak up behind the guard. He couldn't afford to be seen. He had to wait until Bush turned around.

  He waited and watched while the man shifted from one foot to the other. And after what seemed like hours, Bush shifted his position and turned his back on the Solar Guard officer. Strong quickly darted around the corner and ran lightly down the hall. If Bush turned around now, Strong would be frozen stiff by the paralo-ray. With ten feet to go, the captain lunged at Bush in a diving tackle, sending the man sprawling face forward. In a flash he was on top of him, and with a quick snapping blow on the back of the neck he knocked the man cold.

  Strong snatched up the paralo-ray gun, then unlocked the door and threw it open. The cadets were sprawled on their bunks, listening to a story spool.

  "Captain Strong!" yelled Tom.

  "Quiet!" ordered Strong. "You've got three minutes. You'll find a jet car at the side entrance of the building. I can't explain now, but get out of here!"

  "But what do you want us to do?" asked Tom. The three cadets were already grabbing their clothes and other items they would need.

  "The only way you're going to prove that you didn't abduct or murder the professor is to find him," said Strong. "And pray to your stars that he's still alive. If he isn't, it'll be up to you to find out who killed him!"

  "But what about you, sir?" asked Roger. "Won't Vidac know that you helped us?"

  "Undoubtedly," said Strong. "After what I said to the guard today, Vidac will arrange for a hundred witnesses to prove that I helped you escape. You'll have to bring back the professor, not only to save your own necks, but my neck as well."

  The three cadets nodded.

  "All right," said Strong. "Spaceman's luck, and remember, you'll be wanted criminals when you walk out of that door. So act like criminals. Fight them the same way they will fight you. This is not a space maneuver. It's your lives against theirs!"

  Without another word, the three cadets slipped out of the room and disappeared down the corridor.

  Strong took a last look at Bush lying unconscious on the floor and hurried silently back to the front of the building. His heart was racing with excitement. The ball had begun to roll.

  CHAPTER 17

  "Where do we cut off?" asked Vidac. He sat beside Winters in the converted jet boat, speeding down the smooth highway that Strong had passed over only a few minutes before.

  "It's right along here, somewhere," said Winters.

  "Better slow down," said Vidac. "We don't want to miss it. We haven't much time. If Strong starts nosing around he might discover something."

  "Lucky for us we found out so quickly where the uranium is," replied Winters.

  "It won't mean a thing unless we can get Logan to sign over his land holdings."

  Winters braked the jet car suddenly, throwing Vidac up against the windshield. "What are you doing?" snapped Vidac.

  "Sorry, boss," replied Winters. "There's the road leading to the Logan place up ahead."

  Winters slowed for the turn off the main highway and then accelerated to full power again on the side road.

  "How are you going to get old Logan to sign the release?" asked Winters. "Suppose he knows his land is worth about ten billion credits?"

  "How could he know?" asked Vidac. "The only ones that know are me, you, Bush, and Sykes."

  Winters nodded. "Then as soon as we get Logan to sign over the land, we take care of Sykes, bring back his body as proof against the cadets, and everything's set, eh?"

  "Something like that," said Vidac. "We still have to watch our step with Strong, though," said Vidac.

  The two men were silent as the jet car raced down the side road. A moment later they could see the lights in the small crystal farmhouse.

  "Cut your lights," said Vidac. "We don't want to scare them."

  "O.K.," replied Winters. He switched off the powerful beams and slowed the car to a crawl. They rolled past the outer farm buildings and came to a stop in front of the main house.

  "Say, boss," said Winters suddenly. "Look! Tracks in the road! Car tracks! Somebody's been out here! Logan doesn't have a car!"

  "So what?" snarled Vidac. "Get hold of yourself. It could have been anyone."

  A powerful light from the farmhouse suddenly flooded them and Logan's voice cracked in the night air.

  "Who's there?" called the farmer.

  "Good evening, Mr. Logan," said Vidac, climbing out of the car. "This is the governor."

  "Vidac!" said Logan, startled. "What do you want?"

  "This is what we want!" snarled Winters, whipping his ray gun into view. "Get back inside!"

  "Wha—?" gasped Logan. "What's the meaning of this?"

  "You'd better do as the man says, Mr. Logan," said Vidac.

  Jane suddenly appeared behind Logan, her hands still soapy from washing the supper dishes. "Who is it, Father?" she asked, and then seeing Vidac and Winters she stepped back inside the house.

  "Nothing to get alarmed about," said Vidac, pushing Logan into the house before him. "We just want to have a little talk." He smiled. "Business talk."

  "Isn't it too bad, Winters," said Vidac, "that we just missed supper?"

  "What do you want?" demanded Logan belligerently. He stepped in front of Jane protectively.

  "Now don't get excited Mr. Logan," said Vidac, his voice smooth. "We just want you to sign a little paper, that's all."

  "What kind of paper?" asked Logan.

  "Say," said Winters suddenly, "ain't you got a kid?"

  "If you mean my son, Billy," said Logan, "he's asleep."

  "I'd better check," said Winters, starting forward.

  "Never mind him," said Vidac. "We haven'
t got all night and there's nothing a kid could do."

  He pulled out a paper from his pocket and unfolded it, keeping his eyes on Logan. "Mr. Logan, we're going to foreclose your mortgage."

  "Foreclose!" gasped Logan. "But—but I haven't even had time to gather in my first crop!"

  "We've taken a look at your fields and we don't think you're doing a good job," said Vidac. "In this mortgage you signed there's a clause that states I can foreclose any time I want."

  "But how can you judge a crop by just looking at the fields?" asked Jane.

  "Oh, we have ways, Miss Logan." Vidac smiled. He walked to a near-by table, and pushing a stack of study spools to the floor, spread the paper in front of him. He looked up at Logan and indicated the paper. "Do you have a pen, or would you like to use mine?"

  "I'm not signing anything until I read it," snapped Logan.

  Vidac smiled and pushed the paper across the table. Logan came forward and picked it up. He scanned it hurriedly and then glared at Vidac.

  "You can't do this!" he snapped. "I won't sign!"

  Winters suddenly leaped across the room and grabbed Jane by the wrist, jamming his gun in her back.

  Vidac leered at the farmer. "Have you ever been frozen by a ray gun, Mr. Logan?"

  Logan shook his head.

  "Let me tell you about it," said Vidac coolly. "The effects are very simple, but very powerful. You are paralyzed! You can still see, hear, think, and breathe. Your heart continues to beat, but otherwise, you are absolutely powerless. The aftereffects are even worse. The person who has been frozen comes out completely whole, but"—Vidac suddenly shuddered—"believe me, Mr. Logan, you feel like ten thousand bells were vibrating in your brain at one time. It isn't pleasant!"

  "Why—why—are you telling me this?" asked Logan.

  "You wouldn't want to see your daughter undergo such an experience, would you?"

  "If—if I sign the paper," stammered Logan, "will you leave Jane alone?"