The Tom Corbett Space Cadet Megapack: 10 Classic Young Adult Sci-Fi Novels

by Norton, Andre

  On the other hand, Roger sailed along as smoothly as a jet boat. His grasp of the fundamentals in his field made it easy for him to fill the study spools with important information. Jeff, too, found it easy to explain the growth of plants, the function of bacteria, the formation of planet crusts, and other allied subjects.

  So, day after day, Tom, Astro, Roger, and Jeff Marshall spent their waking hours in the cubicles searching their minds for every last precious drop of knowledge they could impart to the children of Roald.

  Vidac’s warning to Professor Sykes to keep an eye on Roger had been forgotten by everyone in the concerted effort to do a good job. And when the cadets and Jeff left their work one night after a loud argument between the professor and Roger over the best way to explain the theory of captive planets, they thought nothing of it. The argument hadn’t been unusual. It had happened many times on the same score. Professor Sykes was prone to favor dry, factual explanations. And the cadets believed some of the theories needed explanations in terms a youngster could understand. Sykes did not object to this method, but was wary of losing facts and clarity in the method of instruction. In this particular case, Roger had given in to Sykes, but only after a heated argument. And when they went back to their quarters, there was none of the usual discussion. They were too tired. They fell asleep as soon as their heads touched their pillows.

  The next morning, still groggy, their heads filled with facts and figures, buzzing with dates and explanations, they returned to their cubicles for more of the same. Sykes met them at the office door.

  “Well, Manning!” he snapped. “You still insist you know more, and can teach better than I, eh?” He glowered at the cadet.

  “I don’t understand, sir,” said Roger.

  “You don’t, eh?” screamed Sykes. “You came back here last night and changed that spool to your liking!”

  “I did what?” asked Roger, incredulous. Only a few moments before he could hardly drag himself from his bunk. The idea of returning to the office before the required time was incredible. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said, “but I only got out of bed a few minutes ago.”

  Ed Bush and several colonists suddenly appeared and Sykes whirled around to face them.

  “Well! What do you want?” he demanded.

  “Governor Vidac said we could pick up some of the spools that were ready,” said Bush.

  “Well, there isn’t anything ready now,” growled Sykes. “When I’m finished, I’ll let Vidac know.” He turned back to Roger.

  “Well, Manning? What have you got to say for yourself?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir!” answered Roger.

  “Cadet Manning,” shouted Sykes, “do you remember our conversation last night on the subject of circular motion of captive planets around a sun star?”

  “Yes, sir,” said Roger.

  “And do you recall your childish manner of explaining it?” sneered Sykes.

  “Now just a minute, sir,” said Roger, “I might be wrong—but—”

  “Quiet!” The professor was screaming now. He turned around and inserted a study spool in a soundscriber. Turning it on he waited, glaring at Roger. The blond-haired cadet’s voice came over the machine’s loud-speaker clearly and precisely.

  “…the idea of motion of one satellite around a mother planet, or planet around a sun star, can best be explained by the use of a rock tied to the end of a rope. If you swing the rope around your head, the rock will maintain a steady position, following a measured orbit. The planets, and their captive satellites, work on the same principle, with the gravity of the mother planet substituted for the rope, and the satellite for the rock…”

  Sykes stopped the machine, turned, and glared at Roger. “Do you deny that that is your voice?”

  Roger shook his head. “It’s my voice all right but—”

  “And do you deny that last night, before we left, it was decided that my explanation would be used?”

  Roger’s face reddened. “No, sir,” he said tightly.

  “Then how do you explain that your voice with your explanation is now on the master spool?” screamed Sykes.

  “I—I—can’t explain it, sir,” said Roger, fighting to control his temper.

  “I can!” snapped Sykes. “You sneaked back in here last night and substituted your original recording—the one I threw out!”

  “But he couldn’t have done that, Professor,” interjected Tom. “He was asleep all night!”

  “Were you awake all night, Corbett?” asked Sykes coldly.

  “No, sir,” replied Tom.

  “Then you couldn’t possibly know if he was sleeping or down here recording, could you?”

  “No, sir,” said Tom quietly.

  “Cadet Manning, this is the most disgusting, disgraceful performance I’ve ever seen by a Space Cadet!”

  “Then you’re calling me a liar, sir,” said Roger quietly, “when I deny that I did it.”

  “Can you explain it?” demanded Sykes.

  Roger shook his head and remained silent.

  “Get out!” screamed Sykes. “Vidac warned me about you! Go on! Get out! I won’t work with a liar and a cheat!”

  Before anyone could stop him, Roger leaped forward and stood in front of Sykes, grabbing him by the front of his uniform. “I’ve had enough of your insults and accusations!” he shouted. “If you weren’t an old man, I’d drag you out of that Solar Guard uniform and beat your ears off! You’re so crazy, you make everyone around you nuts! If you have any complaints about my work, put them in writing and give them to the governor!”

  He turned and stalked out of the office.

  “Roger, wait!” called Tom, rushing after his unit mate with Astro at his heels.

  The colonists began to whisper to each other excitedly, but Ed Bush merely stood in the doorway and smiled!

  CHAPTER 14

  “That’s right,” sneered Winters. “Professor Sykes has disappeared and Vidac wants to talk to you!”

  The burly spaceman stood in the open door of the cadets’ quarters, legs spread apart, hands on the paralo-ray guns strapped to his side. Tom, Roger, and Astro eyed the man sleepily.

  “Say that again,” said Tom.

  “I said Vidac wants to talk to you!” Winters shouted. “Now pile out of those bunks before I pull you out!”

  Astro sat up and looked at Winters. His voice rumbled menacingly. “I’ll give you five seconds to get out of here,” he said quietly. “And if you don’t, I’ll ram those ray guns down your throat! One—two—three—”

  Winters tried to match Astro’s withering gaze and finally backed out the doorway. “Vidac wants to see you on the double, and that means, double!” He disappeared from view.

  Tom and Roger were already out of their bunks and pulling on their uniforms.

  “What do you think?” asked Roger, looking at Tom.

  “I don’t know, Roger,” said Tom, “but I don’t like the looks of it.”

  Astro jumped lightly to the floor. “I kinda wish Winters had tried something,” he said with a smile. “I need a little early-morning exercise.”

  “Good thing he didn’t,” commented Roger dryly. “We’re in enough trouble without you mauling one of Vidac’s pet boys.”

  Tom listened halfheartedly to the chatter of his unit mates. He was thinking ahead to their meeting with Vidac. Since Roger’s argument with the professor, they had continued their work, but under a severe strain. They had finally finished the series of study spools the night before, and Tom felt sure that Vidac had waited until the work was finished before he called them on the carpet. And then, too, there was the disappearance of Professor Sykes that Winters had mentioned. The young cadet felt there was trouble ahead.

  A few moments later the three cadets presented themselves to Vidac in his office in the Administration Building.

  The lieutenant governor was seated behind his desk and appeared to be very tired. Tom saluted smartly and stepped forward.


  “Polaris unit reporting, sir,” said Tom.

  “Where is Professor Sykes?” demanded Vidac abruptly without even acknowledging the salute.

  “Why, I—I don’t know, sir,” replied Tom.

  “How about you, Manning? Astro?” asked Vidac, turning to the other cadets. “You have anything to say?”

  “We only heard about it ten minutes ago, sir,” volunteered Roger.

  “I’ll bet!” snapped Vidac. He got up and stepped around his desk to face the cadets. “You three were the last ones to be seen with the professor. What happened last night?”

  “We finished the study spools and left him in the office, sir,” said Tom. “Then we went for a swim in the pool and had a bite to eat before hitting the sack. That’s all.”

  “Did anyone see you in the pool?” asked Vidac.

  “I doubt it, sir. We didn’t notice anyone around,” said Astro. “It was pretty late.”

  “Did anyone see you at the mess hall when you went to get a bite?” pursued Vidac. “Surely there must be someone who can substantiate your story.”

  The three cadets looked at each other. “I guess not, sir,” said Roger. “It was pretty late. After midnight.”

  Vidac eyed them curiously. “And you’re sure you saw no one, and that no one saw you?”

  “We can’t be sure that no one saw us, sir,” said Tom, “but I doubt it. As Roger said, it was after midnight.”

  Vidac whirled and sat down again. He pressed a small button on his desk and waited, silently considering the cadets, his eyes cool and level. The door opened and Governor Hardy walked in, followed by several men.

  Tom suddenly realized that it was the first time they had seen the governor in nearly six weeks.

  “Have you found Professor Sykes?” he demanded.

  Vidac shook his head, then turned to the other men. Tom, with a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, recognized them as the colonists who had been with Ed Bush when Roger had his last argument with the professor.

  “Did you hear Cadet Manning threaten Professor Sykes?” asked Vidac.

  “Yes, sir,” replied one of the colonists.

  “What did he say?” asked Vidac. “Repeat it for Governor Hardy.”

  The colonist quoted Roger’s threat almost word for word and Tom noted grimly that the witness made the most of the fact that he and Astro had followed Roger out of the office after the argument. The implication was clear that they were part of the threat.

  Vidac then turned to Ed Bush. “Bush, did you see the cadets last night?”

  “Yes, sir,” said Bush.

  “Where?” demanded Vidac.

  “Leaving the swimming pool with the professor.”

  “With the pro—!” exclaimed Tom.

  “Shut up, Corbett!” barked Vidac, and then turned to Astro. “Did you say you went swimming alone?”

  “We did!” exclaimed the Venusian. “We left the professor at the office. We did not see him again after that. He did not go swimming with us.”

  Vidac turned to Winters. “Did you see the cadets last night, Winters?”

  “Yes, sir,” replied the spaceman. “I had the graveyard watch and I was in the galley having a cup of coffee. I saw the cadets enter the galley just as I was leaving.”

  “Were they alone?” asked Vidac.

  “No, sir,” said Winters. “Professor Sykes was with them.”

  “That’s a lie!” shouted Roger. “We were alone!”

  Vidac merely looked at Roger and then turned back to Winters. “Then what happened?”

  “Well,” said Winters, “they got into an argument, the cadets and Sykes. It was about the movement of a captive planet, or something like that. Anyway, there was a scuffle, and all of a sudden the big cadet”—he indicated Astro—“picked up the professor and carried him out of the galley. The other two followed.”

  “Didn’t the professor put up a fight?” asked Vidac.

  “Oh, yes, sir,” said Winters. “But he didn’t have a chance against the three cadets.”

  “Why didn’t you do something about it?” Governor Hardy suddenly broke in.

  “I tried, sir,” replied Winters calmly. “I ran after them, but they all piled into a converted jet boat and blasted out of there.”

  “Then what did you do?” asked Vidac.

  “That’s when I came to get you, sir,” said Winters. “And we started looking for them.” Winters paused. “Ah—pardon me, sir, but can I go now? I’ve been up all night and I’m pretty tired.”

  Vidac nodded and Winters left the room.

  “You mean you’ve been up all night looking for the cadets?” asked Hardy. “Weren’t they in their quarters?”

  “No, sir,” replied Vidac and turned to the cadets. “Well,” he demanded, “what have you got to say for yourselves?”

  The three cadets were silent.

  “I must warn you,” continued Vidac, “this is a serious matter and anything you say may be used against you. But on the other hand, if you speak freely and are willing to co-operate, I will do what I can to lessen your punishment.”

  Hardy suddenly stepped forward and slammed his fist on Vidac’s desk. “None of that! There’ll be no favors to criminals!” He turned to the cadets angrily.

  “What did you do with the professor?” he demanded.

  The cadets kept silent.

  “Where did you take him?” he shouted.

  Neither Tom, Roger, or Astro batted an eyelash. They kept their eyes front and their lips tight.

  “I warn you, you’ll spend the rest of your lives on a prison rock if you don’t answer!”

  Tom finally turned and looked straight at the governor. “May I speak, sir?”

  “Only if you tell me what you did with Professor Sykes,” replied Hardy angrily.

  “You have not asked us, sir,” said Tom coolly, “to tell our side of the story. You are accusing us of a crime and have already assumed that we are guilty. We are not.”

  “Do you deny it?” asked Hardy.

  “We deny everything,” said Tom flatly.

  Hardy whirled around to face the colonists, Vidac, and Bush. “I want it clearly understood by everyone here that Space Cadets Tom Corbett, Roger Manning, and Astro, in the face of testimony given by eyewitnesses as to their argument with Professor Sykes, and their later abduction of the professor, do now conspire to withhold information which might help save the professor’s life!” He turned to Vidac. “I want them arrested and held for investigation of their activities last night. Confine them to their quarters.”

  Vidac stood up and nodded his head to Bush. “Take them away. Keep a guard outside their quarters at all times.”

  “Yes, sir,” said Bush. He pulled a paralo-ray gun from his belt and cocked it. “All right, march!”

  The cadets of the Polaris unit spun on their heels in unison and marched from the room in perfect order.

  * * * *

  “Attention! Attention! This is Captain Strong in rocket cruiser Orion calling central communications control, Roald! Come in, Roald! Orion to Roald! Come in!”

  Aboard the space cruiser, Captain Steve Strong tried again and again to contact the star colony. For nearly five days, blasting through space at emergency speed, the Solar Guard captain had tried to contact the satellite, but to no avail. He snapped off the audioceiver and slumped back in his chair, a worried frown on his face.

  When the second report from the Polaris unit had failed to come in, Strong had received permission from Commander Walters to blast off immediately for Roald. Walters agreed that it would be better for the captain to go alone, since the uranium discovery must be kept an absolute secret. Working by remote control relays from the control deck, Captain Strong handled the ship as easily as a jet boat and he kept the atomic reactors wide open.

  He stared into the astrogation prism and sighted on the cold light of the sun star Wolf 359. Still unable to see the satellite circling the star, the captain’s thoughts were on the pa
st rather than the future. He still couldn’t find any reasonable explanation for his suddenly having been taken off the Roald colony project and sent on the minor mission to Pluto. He had often thought about the man who had replaced him, Paul Vidac. Strong had heard the name before and associated it with something unpleasant. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, since he had never met the man. Certainly there was nothing illegal about him. His record had been carefully checked, or he would never have been put in the position of trust he held now. Still there was a persistent notion in Strong’s head that something was wrong.

  The young captain turned and walked the deck of the huge empty ship, still deep in thought. He considered the fact that no reports had come through to the Academy from the colony at all. Not merely from the Space Cadets, but from the expedition itself. Only the sketchiest details had been audioed back during the trip and absolutely nothing since their scheduled arrival on the satellite. A sudden cold wave of fear gripped the space officer. He wondered if they had arrived safely!

  He shook off the horrible thought. There must be a simple, logical explanation for it all. Establishing a star colony was no easy matter. Communications could be easily disrupted for any number of reasons.

  Strong forced himself to forget it. It was still a long way to the satellite and there was no point in worrying about a fact until it was established to be a fact. He stretched out on a bunk and moments later was asleep, while the giant ship hurtled through the dark void toward its destination with a thousand electronic hands and eyes to guide it safely across the immense gulf of space.

  CHAPTER 15

  “Is he still out there?” Tom whispered.

  “Yeah,” growled Astro. “He hasn’t moved.”

  “They’re not taking any chances,” said Roger. “When they change the guard, they take out their ray guns, just in case.”

  The three cadets were crowded around the door of their quarters with Astro down on his hands and knees, trying to see through a small crack. The big cadet straightened up and shook his head.

  “I guess it’s useless,” he sighed. “Vidac is making sure we stay here.”