He paced up and down several times silently. “To think that two men could—would—jeopardize the safety and lives of thousands of people for—a—a uranium mine! It’s beyond my comprehension.”
“Excuse me, sir,” said Sid, Kit Barnard’s young assistant, coming down the radar-bridge ladder. “This report just came in from Titan spaceport control.”
Walters took the message and read it quickly. He grunted and handed it to Strong. “They’ve found the mine and the leak,” he said. “The screens are working again.”
“Then you’ll call off the evacuation operations, sir?” asked Strong.
“Right.” Walters turned to Sid. “Son, send a message back to Titan control and tell Captain Howard to stop all evacuations as soon as he has enough oxygen to provide for the citizens of Titan. And then stand by for a general order to all units in this area.”
“Yes, sir,” said Sid, climbing back up to the radar bridge quickly.
The three men on the control deck fell silent as the ship hurtled through space. Each of them prayed silently for Tom and Roger’s safety.
On the power deck below, Astro opened every valve and adjusted the firing chambers to their emergency maximum, forcing the giant ship faster and faster through space. And when he had done all he could, he paced up and down the deck, snapping a greasy wiping rag against his thigh again and again. His face showed the concern he felt for Tom and Roger, and at the same time, there was a questioning look in his eye. The auxiliary loud-speaker of the audioceiver overhead spluttered with static. He stopped to listen.
“This is Lieutenant Frazer aboard the Solar Guard cruiser Hydra to Commander Walters!” crackled an unfamiliar voice. “Come in, Commander Walters!”
Astro stared at the loud-speaker and held his breath.
“This is Walters on the Polaris. Go ahead, Frazer!”
“I am in command of a squadron of ships on space maneuvers in quadrant five, sir. Shall I abandon my orders and proceed under your general emergency alert to search quadrant four?”
“How many ships do you have with you, Lieutenant?” asked Walters.
“Three heavy cruisers and a rocket destroyer, sir,” replied the voice across the gulf of space. “And I am fully armed, sir.”
“Proceed to quadrant four, Lieutenant, and seize the vessel Space Knight.” There was a pause, and then Astro’s blood ran cold as he heard the words, “and if necessary open fire!”
On the control deck, Captain Strong turned to Walters quickly. “But Tom and Roger, sir,” he protested.
Commander Walters glared at Strong and turned back to the audioceiver. “Proceed to quadrant four,” he said coldly. “Seize the vessel Space Knight, and if there is any resistance, open fire!”
“Did’ja hear that!” yelled Quent on the control deck of the Space Knight.
“I heard,” replied Ross grimly. “With a whole squadron sweeping this quadrant we won’t make it.”
“What are we going to do?” asked Quent.
“We’re staying right here.”
“What?”
“Right here,” said Ross. “Get Corbett off the other ship and set the fuses in the firing chambers to blow up after we cast off.”
“But I don’t see—”
“Don’t ask questions!” snapped Ross. “Do as I tell you.”
“O.K.” Quent spun away and headed for the coupling locks that held the two ships together. Ross turned back to the ladder and flipped his ray gun on neutralizing charge, releasing Roger from the effects of the paralo ray.
The blond-haired cadet staggered to his feet shakily. “Where’s Tom?” he said, clenching his teeth to keep them from rattling. “If you’ve done anything to him—!”
“Take it easy, Manning,” growled Ross. “Just get up on the control deck and behave.”
Roger glared at the spaceman, and realizing it would be useless to jump him in his weakened condition, started up the ladder. Ross followed at a careful distance.
A few minutes later Quent appeared on the control deck, forcing Tom ahead of him. “All right,” he growled. “What do I do now?”
“Did you cast off the other ship?” asked Ross. And when Quent nodded, he jerked his head toward Tom and Roger and barked, “Cover them!”
As Quent stood before the two cadets, his gun leveled, Ross strode to the audioceiver and flipped it on. “This is Quent Miles to Commander Walters aboard the Polaris,” he called. “Come in, Walters.”
Tom and Roger looked at each other, puzzled.
“If you can hear me, Walters, this is Quent Miles. I’m surrendering to you. And you alone! Call off your squadrons and come alongside in the Polaris by yourself. If you hear me, Walters, you better do what I say, or you’ll never see Manning and Corbett again.” He flipped the audioceiver off and grinned at his brother. “When Walters comes aboard, he’s going to get a nice surprise.”
“Like what?” demanded Tom.
Ross grinned wickedly, looking very much like the devil incarnate. “You heard Walters’ order to open fire, didn’t you?” he said. “It seems that Space Cadets aren’t worth much as hostages. But what do you think it will be like with a full-fledged commander in our hands, eh? And a rocket cruiser like the Polaris to run around in.”
“You wouldn’t dare kidnap Commander Walters!” exclaimed Tom.
“Oh, no.” Ross laughed. “Listen, punk, with a murder charge hanging over our heads, and a couple of million credits’ worth of pitchblende in the holds, both of us would do anything! And don’t you forget it!” He turned to his brother. “Come on over here, Quent, and I’ll tell you what we’re going to do.”
When the two spacemen were out of earshot, Tom turned to Roger. “How do you feel, Roger?”
“As if I’m going to shake myself apart,” replied the radar-deck cadet, his teeth still chattering from the effects of the paralo ray.
“Well, hold on just a little bit longer, boy, because the next few minutes might spell the difference between getting out of here and—”
Tom was cut off by a sudden blast from the loud-speaker of the audioceiver.
“This is Commander Walters!” came a clear voice. “I accept your proposal, Miles. But I warn you, if anything has happened to those boys—”
“No, Commander!” yelled Tom. “It’s a trap!”
“…you will suffer for it,” the voice continued.
“No use, Tom,” said Roger. “The set was only on reception.”
The two boys looked at each other and then across the control deck to the grinning faces of the twins, Quent and Ross Miles.
CHAPTER 20
“Ease her up a little more, Steve!”
Commander Walters stood at the viewport watching the mighty Polaris slide alongside the black ship toward the coupling devices that would lock the two ships together in space.
“A little more!” said Walters. “About twenty feet!”
“Short burst on the main jets!” Strong called into the intercom.
“Aye, aye!” shouted Astro from below.
The giant ship inched along, the skins of the two ships barely touching.
“That’s it!” shouted Walters. “The magnetic coupling links are in place. We’re locked together!” He turned to Strong and Barnard. “Secure ship and come with me.”
“Are you going to leave anyone on the ship, sir?” asked Strong as he cut all power.
“No, I want everyone with me,” replied Walters. “No telling what Miles might try. As soon as we get aboard, spread out and search the ship. Find Tom and Roger if you can and then come up to the control deck.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” acknowledged Strong.
Walters turned to the audioceiver and spoke sharply into the microphone. “This is Walters, Miles. We’re alongside and preparing to board your ship. I warn you not to try any tricks. I’ve accepted your surrender and hold you to it on your honor as a spaceman!” He paused, waiting for acknowledgment, then called again. “Are you there, Miles?”
> There was a crackle of static over the loud-speaker and Miles’ voice rang out on the control deck of the Polaris. “I’m here, Walters. Come on aboard!”
Walters turned to Strong and Kit. “Let’s go. You know your jobs, so search the ship and report on the control deck.” He strode toward the coupling locks that held the two ships together in space.
Aboard the black ship, Quent and Ross Miles smiled at each other. “You know what to do, Quent?” said Ross.
The brother nodded. “All set!” he said.
“Get going then. And don’t make a move until you hear me draw their attention!”
“Right!”
The two brothers shook hands and Quent turned away, hurriedly leaving the control deck. Ross walked over to Tom and Roger, who watched the scene with anxious eyes.
“I really hate to do this, boys,” he said, “but as you can see, things are pretty tight!” With that, he suddenly brought the butt of his ray gun down hard on Roger’s head. The blond-haired cadet slumped to the floor. Tom leaped at the spaceman, but before he could close with him, Ross stepped back quickly and brought the gun down sharply on his head. The cadet slumped to the deck.
Quickly Ross propped them up against the bulkhead. Then, after a fast look around the control deck for any last thing he might have forgotten, he walked casually over to the control station and sat down. Seconds later Walters and Strong stepped inside.
“I arrest you for murder, willful destruction of Solar Guard property, and illegal operation of a uranium mine, Quent Miles!” said Walters. The spaceman shrugged and said nothing.
Strong bent over the unconscious forms of the two cadets and tried to bring them to, but they failed to respond.
“Better leave them alone, Steve,” said Walters. “We have to get a medical officer for them. They look as if they’ve been bumped pretty hard.”
Strong stood up abruptly and walked over to Miles, who lounged casually in his chair. Ignoring Walters, the Solar Guard captain stood in front of the black-suited spaceman, his jaw within an inch of the other man’s face.
“If anything serious has happened to those two boys, Miles,” he said in a cold, flat voice, full of menace, “I’ll tear you apart!”
Miles paled for an instant and then grinned uneasily. “Don’t worry about it, Strong. They’re pretty tough kids.”
Kit Barnard suddenly burst into the control room. “I’ve searched the cargo holds, Commander,” he said. “Nothing there but lead boxes. Didn’t find the boys—” Barnard stopped suddenly at the sight of the two unconscious cadets. “Tom! Roger!” he cried.
“They were slugged, Kit,” said Strong. “You go back to the Polaris and send out an emergency call. Find the closest ship with a medical officer aboard and arrange for a meeting out here in space. We’ll be ready to blast in five minutes.”
“O.K., Steve,” replied Kit, turning to the door and then stopping to glare at Miles. “And save a piece of that space rat for me!”
Under Barnard’s steely look, Miles rose to his feet and stepped back hesitantly. Then, suddenly, he jumped up on the chair, scrambled to the top of the master control panel, and crouched there tensely.
Strong, Walters, and Kit were momentarily stunned by his strange action. It seemed like a senseless and futile effort to get away. There was no way Miles could get out of the control deck or off the ship.
Beyond the reach of anyone on the control deck, Miles began to laugh.
Walters turned beet red with anger. “This is stupid, Miles!” he roared. “You can’t get away and you know it!”
“That all depends on where you’re standing, Walters!” said a voice from the hatch.
The three spacemen whirled at the sound of the voice and were dumfounded by the appearance of Quent Miles, standing to one side of the hatch, holding an automatic paralo-ray rifle, trained on them.
“Stay right where you are,” he said softly. “The first man that moves gets frozen solid!”
Walters, Strong, and Kit were too stunned to make a move. They could only stare in open disbelief at Quent Miles.
“Come on down, Ross!” called Quent. “And if anyone tries to stop him, I’ll let all three of you have it!”
Ross climbed down from the control panel and stripped the three helpless spacemen of their weapons. He threw them out of the hatch and then went to stand by his brother. As they stood side by side, Strong and Walters couldn’t help but gasp at the identical features of the two men.
“You can never hope to get away, either of you,” growled Walters, when he finally regained his composure.
Quent laughed. “We’re doing more than just hope, Walters.”
“Just for your information,” Ross chimed in, “we’re changing ships and taking the cargo with us.” He backed toward the hatch slowly. “Come on, Quent.” The two brothers stepped back through the doorway, Ross keeping his rifle leveled at the three men.
Safely outside, Quent slammed the heavy door closed. Then, with a rocket wrench, he worked on the outer nuts of the door used in emergency to seal off the ship by compartments.
“All set!” said Quent, stepping back. “They can’t get out now until someone comes and loosens up those nuts.”
“Get down below and start transferring that cargo to the Polaris,” ordered Ross, slinging the rifle over his shoulder. “I’ll get on the audioceiver and tell that cruiser squadron to go back.”
Quent laughed. “You know, Ross, this is terrific,” he chortled. “We not only get away, but we get ourselves a Solar Guard rocket cruiser. Nobody’ll be able to touch us in that ship.”
“Nobody but me, Miles!” said a voice behind them. The two brothers spun around to see Astro, stripped to the waist, a heavy lug wrench in his hand, legs spread apart, ready to spring.
“Had me fooled there for a while, Ross!” he growled. “I saw your brother back at the Academy and thought it was you. But he didn’t have the split ear lobe, the one I gave you. Remember?”
Ross slowly reached for the rifle that was slung over his shoulder.
“Don’t do it, Ross!” warned Astro. “Get your hands off that rifle or I’ll ram this wrench down your throat!”
Ross lowered his hand again slowly.
“Who is this guy, Ross?” asked Quent, licking his lips nervously. “How does he know about us?”
Ross kept his eyes on Astro, glaring at the cadet in hot fury. “I met him on a deep spacer, five years ago, when you were laid up in the hospital,” he said between his teeth. “This punk was a wiper on the power deck. I was his petty officer.”
“We got into a fight,” snarled Astro, “when he wanted to send me into a firing chamber without letting it cool off first.”
“There are two of us now, Astro!” said Ross.
Astro nodded slowly. “That’s right. Two of you!” Suddenly he dove toward the two men, arms outstretched. With one mighty swipe of the wrench he knocked Quent unconscious. Ross was hurled against the bulkhead by the impact but managed to stay on his feet. Desperately he tore the paralo-ray rifle from his shoulder, but before he could level it, Astro was upon him, wrenching it out of his grasp. Pushing Ross away, he calmly broke it in two and threw the pieces to one side. Then he faced the black-clad spaceman squarely.
“I was a kid when I first saw you, Ross,” he said between his teeth. “So you had me fooled like everyone else. When your brother showed up at the Academy with his ears in good shape, I thought it was a curious coincidence two guys should look so much alike. And on Titan, when you had me hauling up those boxes, you wore your hat all the time, along with the oxygen mask, so I didn’t think anything of it. But now I know!”
All the while Astro talked, the two men circled each other like two wrestlers, each waiting for his opponent to make a mistake.
“So you know!” sneered Ross. “All right, wiper, come on!”
The black-suited spaceman suddenly dove straight at Astro and the cadet caught the full force of his body in his stomach. He sprawled o
n the deck, gasping. Miles was on top of him in a second, hands at Astro’s throat.
Fire danced in the cadet’s brain as Ross Miles’ steely fingers closed around his windpipe. Slowly, with every ounce of strength he had in his body, Astro grasped Miles’ wrists in his hands and began squeezing. The fingers around the muscular wrists were the fingers of a boy filled with hate and revenge. Slowly, very slowly, as the seconds ticked away and the wind whistled raggedly in his throat, Astro increased the enormous pressure.
Now he felt the fingers around his throat begin to relax a little, and then a little more, and he kept tightening the pressure of his mighty hands. Expressions of surprise and then pain spread across Miles’ face and he finally relaxed his grip around Astro’s throat. He struggled to free himself from the viselike grip but it was hopeless.
Astro continued to apply pressure. He forced Miles up from his chest and then up on his feet, never relenting. Miles’ face was now twisted in agony.
They stood on the deck, face to face, for almost a minute in silent struggle. There seemed to be no end to the power in the cadet’s hands.
Suddenly Ross Miles slumped to his knees and sprawled on the deck as Astro let him go. The black-clad spaceman had fainted.
* * * *
“They got a couple of hard bumps, but they’ll be all right,” announced the medical officer, straightening up. “But that man outside, Ross Miles, is going to stand trial with a broken wrist!” He turned to Strong. “What do you feed these cadets?”
Strong smiled and replied, “These are special types we train to take care of space rats!”
Tom and Roger lay stretched out on emergency cots set up on the control deck of the Polaris. They grinned weakly at Astro, who hovered over them solicitously.
“This is the first time we’ve ever wound up an assignment on our backs, you big Venusian hick!” said Roger. “And I suppose I’ll have to thank you for saving my life!”
Astro grinned. “Wasn’t much to save, Roger.”
“Listen you!” Roger rose on one elbow, but the medical officer pressed him gently back on the cot.
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