The mob of men, forgetting all about the cadets, were now seized with the greed for riches. Strong took the journal back and tucked it under his arm.
“I’ll tell you where it is,” said Strong, “when we put Vidac where he belongs! Behind bars!”
“What are we waiting for?” cried the colonists. “Let’s get that murdering space crawler!”
The deputy pushed his way through the crowd and raced for his car. Others followed and once more the Plaza echoed to the roar of jets.
Strong turned to Jeff. “You’ll find Winters up in Vidac’s quarters. I had to freeze him.” He handed over the paralo-ray gun. “Get him and follow us to the spaceport. Tell him we know everything, and if he doesn’t talk, he’ll get life on a prison rock.”
“Right,” said Jeff. “I’ll get a confession out of him if I have to wring his neck—and I’ll get it on a soundscriber!”
“Good. Come on, Jane,” said Strong. “This is the finish of a would-be tyrant!”
Jeff turned and dashed back into the building, while Strong and Jane climbed into the jet car and roared off toward the spaceport.
“If we only had a paralo-ray gun,” muttered Roger as he and Tom sped after Vidac’s powerful jet car.
“Yes,” agreed Tom. “This could be a trap, but what can we do?”
Roger was silent. They had moved out of the cave as soon as Astro had been taken down the hill and they knew exactly what Vidac had in mind. But their need for information about Professor Sykes and their concern for Astro forced them to follow the powerful jet car into what they were certain was a trap.
“We’ll ditch the jet car after we find out where they’re going,” said Tom, “and figure out something afterward.”
“You think they’ll go to Sykes?” asked Roger.
“It’s a pretty safe bet, Roger. The professor’s been well hidden, so why not hide Astro in the same place, hoping in the meantime to get us also.”
“But I can’t see walking into a trap, simply because we know it’s there!”
“Roger—look! Vidac’s stopping the car! Astro’s trying to get away!”
“Astro’s fighting with Bush!” shouted Roger. “Come on! Can’t you get any more push out of this wagon?”
Tom jammed the accelerator down to the floorboard and the jet car fairly leaped ahead. Fifty yards from Vidac’s stalled car, Tom slammed on the brake, bringing the little car to a screaming halt only two feet away. Roger was halfway out before the car had stopped moving. Beside Vidac’s car, Bush was wrestling with Astro.
“Tom! Roger! Get back! It’s a trap!” yelled Astro.
Astro’s warning came too late. While Tom and Roger sprang to help their unit mate, Vidac slipped up on the other side and fired quickly and accurately with a paralo-ray gun. Tom and Roger were frozen just as they were about to pull Bush from Astro’s back.
Vidac swung the ray gun around toward Astro. “See that, big boy?” He laughed. “Well, you’re going to get the same thing if you make one funny move. Now pile those two stiffs into the back of my car! Get moving!”
Seething with frustration and rage, Astro turned to Roger and Tom, standing like solid slabs of stone. He picked up Roger and carried him gently to the car, placing him in the back. Then he turned and walked toward Tom. He made a slight movement toward Vidac and Bush, but they leveled their guns quickly.
“None of that,” warned Vidac. Astro’s shoulders drooped. He was almost in tears as he walked toward Tom. The curly-haired cadet stood immovable, staring at his friend. The Venusian leaned over and picked up Tom gently.
“Take it easy, Astro,” whispered Tom, not moving his lips. “I’m not frozen. He missed me!”
Astro nearly jumped at the sound of Tom’s voice. He recovered quickly, fighting back a grin of triumph. He threw a quick glance at Vidac and Bush, then carefully picked Tom up and carried him to the car. As he was about to turn around again, he felt the sudden jolt of the paralo ray, and in the split-second before the ray took effect, Astro nearly laughed.
* * * *
Under the effects of a paralo-ray charge the body is paralyzed and there is no feeling. Tom, however, lying beside Roger but beneath Astro in the back seat of the car, began to suffer painful muscular cramps. He gritted his teeth, trying to lie rigidly still, but his arms and legs began to jerk spasmodically and he had to move.
Slowly he eased one arm from beneath Astro’s heavy body and shifted his legs into a more comfortable position. Though the Venusian’s weight still pressed him down in the seat, the muscular cramps were relieved. He began to pay attention to what Vidac and Bush were saying in the front seat of the car.
“We’ll blast off as soon as we reach the spaceport,” said Vidac, “and get up to the asteroid.”
“Why so fast?” asked Bush.
“I want to get rid of those nosy space rats as quickly as possible. Then I’ll go after Strong.”
Bush shook his head. “That won’t be easy. Strong’s not a Space Cadet. He’s Solar Guard. And good Solar Guard at that!”
Tom smiled in wholehearted agreement with the lieutenant governor’s henchman.
Vidac sneered. “Don’t make me laugh! Didn’t you see the way I convinced those dumb colonists that the cadets were responsible for the professor’s murder? If they’d stopped to think about it, they would have realized I was putting one over on them. All you have to do is keep talking, fast and loud. Keep them off balance, and don’t let them think.”
“There’s the spaceport road,” said Bush. “And there’s the Polaris. I hope we don’t have any trouble with the grease monkeys when they see us hauling the cadets out.”
“If they start anything,” said Vidac with a sneer, “you know what to do.”
“Sure,” said Bush, patting his paralo-ray gun.
The car roared through the gates of the spaceport and sped across the hard surface of the field. A moment later it came to a shuddering stop at the base of the giant rocket cruiser.
“All right,” said Vidac. “Get them aboard the ship. Hardy will blow a gasket if we don’t get this over with in a hurry.”
Hardy! The name hit Tom like a trip hammer. So Hardy was mixed up in it! Hardy, the respected Governor of Roald, the man responsible for the welfare of the colony and the lives of the colonists, was really a swindler and a thief. Now if Jeff only had Professor Sykes’s journal they could tie everything together, providing he could stop Vidac from sending them off to a prison rock! Tom’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the movement of Astro’s heavy body on top of him. The young cadet broke out into a cold sweat. When he had been supposedly hit by the paralo ray his arms had been outstretched! He had been so busy thinking about Hardy’s connection with Vidac that he had forgotten to resume his original position.
Astro was hauled out of the car and Bush reached in the car to get Tom. The boy braced himself and waited as the spaceman grabbed him by the feet. He was pulled roughly out of the door and stood on his feet. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that Astro had been stood up beside the car like a tree. Vidac turned away from the giant cadet and started to give Bush a hand. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out his paralo-ray gun.
“Boss, what’re you doing?” cried Bush, jumping away from Tom and leaving the cadet rocking on his feet, trying to pretend he was still paralyzed. He toppled forward, and before he realized what he had done, threw out his hands to break his fall.
Vidac laughed. “I have to hand it to you, Corbett. That was the best bit of acting I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Tom picked himself up from the ground and glared at Vidac. Bush stood to one side, too startled to realize what had happened.
“You mean, he—he—” Bush stammered, his eyes wide with alarm.
“That’s right,” said Vidac. “The wonder boy of the space lanes acted as if he was frozen. What were you going to do, Corbett? Take over, maybe?”
“You’ll never get away with it, Vidac,” said Tom through clenched teeth. “You
’re through and you know it!”
“Not yet, my friend,” said Vidac. “You’ve had your fun. Now get your friend out of the car and carry him aboard the Polaris. We’re all going for a little ride!”
Tom turned reluctantly and began pulling Roger out of the back of the car. He realized that he could take no more chances with the paralo ray. As long as he was awake, there was a chance for him to do something. He lifted Roger gently to his shoulder, turned, and staggered toward the cruiser. Just as he was about to step inside the hatch, he heard the faint roar of jets in the distance. He stumbled and fell purposely to stall for time. He and Roger sprawled full length on the deck. As Tom sat up and rubbed his knee, Bush rushed over, leaving Vidac to struggle with the immense bulk of Astro.
“Get up!” snarled Bush. He poked the gun within an inch of Tom’s face. The cadet knew that if Bush fired at such a close range, his brains would be burned to a crisp. He fell away from the gun.
“I wrenched my knee,” he whined. “I can’t get up!”
“If you don’t get up by the time I count three,” growled Bush, “I’ll blast you! One, two—”
The roar of the jets was closer now and Tom’s heart began to race. Feigning pain in his leg, he started to pull himself to his feet. He glanced toward the spaceport entrance and saw a stream of jet cars pouring into the field, heading for the Polaris. Suddenly Tom leaped for Bush from the crouching position. He lashed out with his right fist, while grabbing for the ray gun with his left.
Bush was not to be tricked so easily. He fired just as the cadet jumped. But in trying to evade Tom’s crashing right hand, he missed his shot and was grazed by Tom’s fist. He fell back out of the spaceship, his gun falling inside the air-lock portal.
Tom lay on the deck, wincing in pain. The wild shot had caught him in the right leg and he was unable to move it. He crawled across the deck, reaching for the gun as Bush came charging up the ramp.
Meanwhile, Vidac, seeing the commotion in the hatch of the spaceship, pulled his gun and leveled it at Tom. But Bush charged through the hatch just as Vidac fired and he caught the full blast of Vidac’s shot. He landed on the deck beside Tom, stiff as a board.
Tom reached for the gun, preparing to fight it out with Vidac. But the odds were against him. His leg was completely paralyzed and Vidac was climbing into the ship. He knew he couldn’t reach the gun in time.
Suddenly Vidac became aware of the jet cars streaming into the spaceport. He stopped and turned to look at them. Then, sensing something was wrong, he turned back to dash into the Polaris. The second his back was turned was sufficient time for Tom to grab the gun and fire. Vidac was stopped cold, his bright eyes burning with hate, unable to move.
“You can drop that now,” said a voice in back of Tom.
The curly-haired cadet whirled around to face Governor Hardy, holding a paralo-ray rifle up to his shoulder, aimed and ready to fire.
“You’re a good spaceman, Corbett,” said Hardy in a cold, harsh voice, “but this is the last time you’ll ever get into my hair!”
Tom’s leg prevented him from moving and he had turned in an awkward sitting position to face Hardy. All he could do was bring his gun up quickly and fire over his left shoulder. Hardy fired at the same instant. At such close range neither could miss.
When Captain Strong and the colonists dashed into the ship they found two perfect statues.
CHAPTER 21
“And you kept giving Hardy wrong information?” asked Strong with a laugh.
“Yes!” snorted Professor Sykes with a wry grin. “You see, I knew right away Vidac was doing something funny way back—” He paused to sip his tea. “Way back before we landed on Roald.” He grinned broadly at the people seated around the table in the dining room of the Logan house, Roger, Astro, Jeff, Tom, Jane, Billy, Hyram, and Strong.
After Strong had released the Space Cadets from the effects of the paralo rays, they had searched the Polaris and found the professor locked in one of the cabins. Placing Vidac and Hardy under arrest and confining them in the brig of the ship with Winters and Bush, they had returned to the Logan farm to clear a few of the mysteries surrounding the nightmare of violence since their landing on Roald.
“When Vidac and Hardy refused to let me go down and make an inspection of the satellite after the instruments conked out, I knew there was something fishy,” Sykes continued. “Any fool could have seen that radio-activity would be the only thing to cause an instrument disturbance like that!”
“Then Vidac and Hardy knew about the uranium?” asked Strong. “We only discovered it at Space Academy ourselves a little while ago.”
“They knew about it all right,” asserted Sykes. “Hardy told me so himself. He got the information from an old prospector who had made application to come to Roald as a colonist. The space rat had been here before, as a sailor on a deep spacer that had wandered off course. The ship was running low on water so the skipper sent him down to the satellite to see if he could find any. He found the water and the uranium too. But he clammed up about that, hoping to keep it a secret until he could go back and claim it. His only chance was to become a colonist, and when he washed out in the screening, he told Hardy, hoping to bribe his way. Of course Hardy double-crossed him to get the uranium himself. That was why you were pulled off the project and sent to Pluto, Strong. Then he got Vidac to be his aide and everything looked rosy.”
“It’s still hard to believe that Hardy was behind the whole operation,” said Astro, shaking his head. “Imagine—the governor of the colony ratting on his own people.”
“It’s happened before, unfortunately,” commented Strong. “Better men than Hardy have succumbed to the lure of riches and power.”
“You’re right, Strong,” snapped Sykes. “That’s just what happened to Hardy. While I was his prisoner on the Polaris, he kept boasting about how rich he was going to be—how powerful. When I reminded him of his past achievements and of his responsibility to the colony, he just laughed. He said getting the uranium meant more to him than anything in the world.” The little professor sighed. “If it hadn’t been for the cadets, he would have gotten away with it.”
“But wait a minute,” said Roger. “If you suspected Vidac, why did you give him the information on the uranium to send back to the Solar Guard?”
“I just told him about a puny little deposit near the Logan farm,” replied Sykes. “The big strike is on the other side of the satellite. I figured that if Vidac was honest it wouldn’t hurt to delay sending information back about the big strike until later.” He paused and added, “But then, of course, I had to tell him about the big strike.”
“You had to tell him!” exclaimed Jeff. “But why?”
“To stay alive, you idiot!” barked Sykes. “As long as I had something they wanted, they’d keep me alive until they found out about it. They gave me truth serum, but I’m immune to drugs. All Solar Guard scientists are. They didn’t know that. So I told them to look here, then there, acted as though I had lost my memory. It worked, and here I am.”
“What about the way they antagonized us?” asked Tom. “Refusing to let us contact Space Academy and sending us out on a stripped-down rocket scout to investigate the asteroid cluster. It seems to me they should have acted a little more friendly to throw us off the track. All they did was arouse suspicion and get us sore.”
“But they hoped that you would get angry enough to do something rebellious, so that they could send you back,” said Sykes.
“Well, that makes sense,” said Strong. “But what about their treatment of the colonists?”
“Humph. A clear case of attempting to get the colonists to rebel which would give them the right to absolute control of the entire satellite and the people. Cadet Tom Corbett here is to be congratulated for not allowing Mr. Logan to go around like a vigilante and get us all in a space hurricane!”
Hyram Logan blushed and cleared his throat noisily.
The door suddenly opened and a uniformed me
ssenger thrust a dispatch into Strong’s hands.
“What’s this?” asked Strong, tearing the Solar Guard seal.
“Message from spaceport control, sir,” said the messenger. “They report a fleet of ships approaching Roald, under full thrust.”
“A fleet!” gasped Strong. “But how? Why?”
Sykes laughed, winked at Jane, and slapped his thigh. “The Solar Guard coming to the rescue!”
“Solar Guard!” chorused the others at the table.
“Yes! Solar Guard. I sent for them. I figured if the cadets could build a communicator, I could too. I did it on the Polaris when Hardy went searching for the uranium. I told the whole story to Commander Walters back at Space Academy.”
“Well,” sighed Roger, “with the confession Jeff got from Winters on the audioscriber, I guess we can consider the first civil disorder of the star satellite of Roald finished. Peace and harmony will reign. And speaking of harmony, Jane, would you like to take a walk in the starlight?”
“I’m sorry, Roger,” answered Jane, blushing prettily, “but I’ve already been invited.”
Roger’s face fell. “You’ve already been invited?”
Jane nodded. “Ready, Astro?”
“Sure!” replied the giant Venusian. He rose, offered Jane his arm ceremoniously, and the two walked out of the house. Roger’s face turned a deep scarlet. The others around the table burst into laughter.
“Ah, go blow your jets,” growled Roger.
Billy’s eyes were shining. He turned to Strong. “Captain Strong, how old do you have to be to get into Space Academy?”
Strong’s eyes twinkled. “Since Roger doesn’t seem to be too busy, why don’t you ask him for all the Academy dope?”
“Would you help me, Roger?” pleaded Billy. “I can recite the whole book of Academy ‘regs’ by heart!”
Roger glanced around the table with a sheepish grin. “There isn’t but one regulation that’s really important, Billy.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I’ll answer that, Billy,” said Tom. “Roger means the one that goes like this…‘no cadet will be allowed to entertain any work, project, or ideas that will not lend themselves directly to his immediate or future obligation as a spaceman.’” Tom stopped and smiled broadly. “And that means girls!”
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