other slidewalk, the three members of the Polaris unit skipped lightly over and jostled their way past other riders to the slightly built cadet.
“Alfie!” Tom yelled and slapped the cadet on the back. Alfie turned, his glasses knocked askew by Tom’s blow, and eyed the three Polaris members calmly.
“It gives me great pleasure to view your countenances again, Cadets Corbett, Manning, and Astro,” he said solemnly, nodding to each one.
Astro twisted his face into a grimace. “What’d he say, Roger?”
“He’s happy to see you,” Roger translated.
“Well, in that case,” beamed Astro, “I’m happy to see you too, Alfie!”
“What’s the latest space dope around the Academy, Alfie?” asked Tom. “What’s this?” he indicated the paper in Alfie’s hand.
“By the sheerest of coincidences I happen to have a copy of your new assignment!” replied Alfie.
Tom, Roger, and Astro looked at each other in surprise.
“Well, come on, spaceman,” urged Roger. “Give us the inside info. Where are we going?”
Alfie tucked the paper in his inside pocket and faced Roger. He cleared his throat and spoke in measured tones. “Manning, I have high regard for your personality, your capabilities, and your knowledge, all of which makes you an outstanding cadet. But even you know that I occupy a position of trust as cadet courier for Commander Walters and the administrative staff. I am not at liberty to mention anything that I would have occasion to observe while in the presence of Commander Walters or the staff. Therefore, you will please refrain from questioning me any further regarding the contents of these papers!”
Roger’s jaw dropped. “Why, you human calculator, you were the one who brought it up in the first place! I oughta knock off that big head of yours!”
Tom and Astro laughed.
“Lay off, Roger,” said Tom. “You ought to know Alfie couldn’t talk if he wanted to! We’ll just have to wait until Captain Strong is ready to tell us what our next assignment will be!”
By this time the slidewalk had carried them to the front of the main dormitory, and the wide doors were crowded with members of the Space Academy Corps heading in for the evening meal. From all corners of the quadrangle, the slidewalks carried Earthworms in their green uniforms, upper-class cadets in deep blue, enlisted spacemen in scarlet red, and Solar Guard officers in their striking uniforms of black and gold. Chatting and laughing, they all were entering the great building.
The Polaris unit was well known among other cadet units, and they were greeted heartily from all sides. As Astro and Roger joked with various cadet units, forming up in front of the slidestairs leading down to the mess halls, Alfie turned to take a slidestairs going up. Suddenly he stopped, grabbed Tom by the shoulders, and whispered in his ear. Just as abruptly he turned and raced up the ascending slidestairs.
“What was that about?” asked Roger, as Tom stood staring after the little cadet.
“Roger—he—he said our next assignment would be one of the great experiments in space history. Something to be done that—that hasn’t ever been done before!”
“Well, blast my jets!” said Astro. “What do you suppose it is?”
“Ahhh,” sneered Roger, “I’ll bet it’s nothing more than taking some guinea pigs to see how they react to Jovian gravity. That’s never been done before either! Why can’t we get something exciting for a change?”
Tom laughed. “Come on, you bloodthirsty adventurer, I’m starved!”
But Tom knew that Alfie Higgins didn’t get excited easily, and his eyes were wide and his voice trembled when he had whispered his secret to Tom.
The Polaris unit was due to embark on a great new adventure!
CHAPTER 2
“All O.K. here on the relay circuit,” yelled Astro through the intercom from the power deck.
“O.K.,” answered Tom. “Now try out the automatic blowers for the main tubes!”
“Wanta give me a little juice for the radar antenna, Astro?” called Roger from the radar deck.
“In a minute, Manning, in a minute,” growled Astro. “Only got two hands, you know.”
“You should learn to use your feet,” quipped Roger. “Any normal Venusian can do just as much with his toes as he can with his fingers!”
Back and forth the bantering had gone for twelve hours, while the three members of the Polaris unit tested, checked, adjusted, and rechecked the many different circuits, relays, junction boxes, and terminals in the miles of delicate wiring woven through the ship. Now, as dawn began to creep pink and gray over the eastern horizon, they made their last-minute search through the cavernous spaceship for any doubtful connections. Satisfied there were none, the three weary cadets assembled on the control deck and sipped the hot tea that Manning had thoughtfully prepared.
“You know, by the time we get out of the Academy I don’t think there’ll be a single inch of this space wagon that I haven’t inspected with my nose,” commented Roger in a tired voice.
The three weary cadets assembled on the control deck
“You know you love it, Manning,” said Astro, who, though as tired as Tom and Roger, could still continue to work if necessary. His love for the mighty atomic rocket motors, and his ability to repair anything mechanical, was already a legend around the Academy. He cared for the power deck of the Polaris as if it were a baby.
“Might as well pack in and grab some sleep before we report to Captain Strong,” said Tom. “He might have us blasting off right away, and I, for one, would like to sleep and sleep and then sleep some more!”
“I’ve been thinking about what Alfie had to say,” said Roger. “You know, about this being a great adventure.”
“What about it?” asked Astro.
“Well, you don’t give this kind of overhaul for just a plain, short hop upstairs.”
“You think it might be something deeper?” asked Astro softly.
“Whatever it is,” said Tom, getting up, “we’ll need sleep.” He rose, stretched, and walked wearily to the exit port. Astro and Roger followed him out, and once again they boarded the slidewalk for the trip back to the main dormitory and their quarters on the forty-second floor. A half hour later the three members of the Polaris were sound asleep.
* * * *
Early morning found Captain Steve Strong in his quarters, standing at the window and staring blankly out over the quadrangle. In his left hand he clutched a sheaf of papers. He had just reread, for the fifth time, a petition for reinstatement of space papers for Al Mason and Bill Loring. It wasn’t easy, as Strong well knew, to deprive a man of his right to blast off and rocket through space, and the papers in question, issued only by the Solar Guard, comprised the only legal license to blast off.
Originally issued as a means of preventing overzealous Earthmen from blasting off without the proper training or necessary physical condition, which resulted in many deaths, space papers had gradually become the only effective means of controlling the vast expanding force of men who made space flight their life’s work. With the establishment of the Spaceman’s Code a hundred years before, firm rules and regulations for space flight had been instituted. Disobedience to any part of the code was punishable by suspension of papers and forfeiture of the right to blast off.
One of these rules stated that a spaceman was forbidden to blast off without authorization or clearance for a free orbit from a central traffic control. Bill Loring and Al Mason were guilty of having broken the regulation. Members of the crew of the recent expedition to Tara, a planet in orbit around the sun star Alpha Centauri, they had taken a rocket scout and blasted off without