Chapter 12

“What do you want?” growled Ed Bush. He stood at the air lock of the Polaris, a brace of paralo-ray guns strapped to his side. “Why ain’t you out growing corn?”

Hyram Logan smiled. He held out the books and study spools the cadets had given him on the trip out. “I wanted to return these to the cadets. They lent them to my son. He wants to be a Space Cadet when he’s old enough.”

“I can think of a lot better things he could be,” sneered Bush. He jerked his thumb toward the entrance port of the giant spaceship. “All right, get aboard. You got a half-hour.”

Logan entered the cruiser quickly and made his way to the cadets’ quarters. Tom was asleep. Roger and Astro were playing a game of checkers. When Logan entered, the two cadets quickly forgot their game and turned to greet the farmer.

“Hiya, Mr. Logan!” said Astro. “You saved me from doing a wicked deed.”

Logan stared at the big cadet, puzzled. “How’s that again, Astro?”

Roger laughed. “He’s joking, sir. I was about to clean him out in a game of checkers.”

Logan sat wearily on the side of the nearest bunk. “I wish all I had to lose was a game of checkers.”

He quickly filled in the details of the meeting between Vidac and the farmers. Tom had awakened by this time and heard the last of the older man’s story. He turned to his unit mates.

“Well, it looks as though we’re right back where we started,” he said. “And here I thought Vidac was O.K. after the way he worked during the past ten days setting up Roald City.”

“I’ve been talking to some of the other men,” said Logan bitterly. “They feel the same way I do. Something’s got to be done about this!”

“But what?” asked Roger.

“And how?” chimed in Astro.

“Force, by the stars!” yelled Logan. “And when I say force, I mean throwing Vidac and Hardy and his crew out!”

“You can’t do a thing like that, sir,” said Tom. “It would be playing right into their hands. Remember, Vidac and Hardy represent the Solar Alliance here on Roald. If you tried force, you would be charged with rebellion against the Solar Alliance!”

“Well,” snorted Logan, “what have you got in mind?”

“When the enemy is in full control, Mr. Logan,” said Tom quietly, “the best thing to do is draw back and regroup, then wait for the right moment to attack. Vidac wants you to revolt now. He’s expecting it, I’m sure. But if we wait, he can’t get away with making you mortgage your land holdings or your profits. Somewhere along the line he’ll slip up, and when he does, that’s when we start operating!”

Meanwhile, in his luxurious office in the Administration Building, Vidac sat behind a massive desk, talking to Tad Winters.

“Now that the land boundaries have been established, and the colonists have their little pieces of dirt,” he said, “we can go right to work. I’ve told the farmers that they’ll have to sign over half of their profits to get chemicals to farm with. They’re already talking about revolt, which is just what I want them to do. Let them rebel. We can throw them into the brig, send them back to Earth, and take over their property in the name of the City of Roald!”

“Which is you,” said Tad Winters with a smile. “That’s the smartest idea you’ve ever had, boss!”

“In a short while,” continued Vidac, “the entire satellite will be mine. Ships, houses--and--”

Suddenly the door opened and Ed Bush hurried into the room. “Boss!--boss!” he shouted breathlessly. “Logan is spilling everything to the Space Cadets!”

“What?” cried Vidac. “How did that happen?”

“He came to the Polaris,” whined Bush. “Said he had some books and stuff he wanted to return, so I let him aboard. Luckily I followed him and listened outside the door.”

“What did they talk about?” demanded Vidac.

“Logan told them about the meeting with the farmers the other night. He wanted to get the colonists together to start a rebellion, but Corbett convinced him it would be the wrong thing to do.”

“What?” yelled Vidac. He rose and grabbed Bush around the throat. “You dirty space crawler! You’ve ruined everything. All my plans messed up, because you let a hick and a kid outsmart you!”

“I’m sorry, boss,” Bush whined. “I didn’t know.”

“Get out of here!” Vidac snarled. “I should have known better than to jeopardize the whole operation by signing on a couple of space jerks like you two! Get out!”

The two men left hurriedly and Vidac began to pace the floor. He was acutely aware that his scheme was out in the open. All of the careful planning to keep the cadets off balance and unsure of him until he could make his move was lost. He regretted not having gotten rid of them before, out in space, where unexplained accidents would be accepted. He had placed too much confidence in Bush and Winters and had underestimated the cadets. Something had to be done--and fast! But it couldn’t be anything obvious, or his plans of taking over Roald would fail.

The buzz of the teleceiver on his desk interrupted his train of thought and he flipped open the small scanner.

“Professor Sykes to see you, sir,” reported his aide in the outer office.

“Tell him to come back later,” said Vidac. “I’m busy.”

“He says it’s very important,” replied the aide.

“All right--all right, send him in,” snapped Vidac and closed the key on the teleceiver irritably. A second later the door opened and Professor Sykes entered hurriedly. He was dirty and dusty from his ten-day stay in the desert wastes of the satellite.