Chapter 19

Strong’s plan to follow Vidac in order to locate Hardy had paid off. While Vidac and Bush were rounding up citizens of Roald City and sending them out to search for the Space Cadets, the Solar Guard captain had checked the frequency setting on the communicator in the lieutenant governor’s jet car. Then hiding in Professor Sykes’s laboratory, Strong tuned the lab communicator to the same frequency and waited. He knew he was taking a chance. Vidac might not contact the governor on that setting if he contacted the governor at all, but there was no other way at the moment. Strong waited three hours before hearing the click of Vidac’s communicator on the laboratory speaker.

“Able One to Able Two. Can you hear me, Able Two? Come in, Able Two!” Vidac’s voice crackled through the set.

Strong listened intently and was rewarded by the sound of another click and another voice speaking.

“Able Two to Able One. Come in.”

“I’ve got Strong,” reported Vidac, “and the cadets are somewhere in the hills between here and the spaceport. I’ve just organized the colonists into searching parties and am about to leave.”

“Good. Contact me the minute you find them.”

“Right. Keep an eye out for them. They might try to reach the spaceport.”

“Very well. I’ve set up an alarm on the outer hatch. No one can get aboard without my knowing it.”

“Right. Able One out.”

“Able Two out.”

Strong heard the clicks of the two communicators and sat back, breathing hard. He had recognized the voice of Able Two instantly. It was Governor Hardy. He was at the spaceport, hiding aboard a spaceship. But why? Could he be mixed up in this affair?

Pacing the floor restlessly, Strong tried to figure out the connection. Hardy’s reputation was spotless. It seemed inconceivable that he could be involved with Vidac. And yet Hardy had selected Vidac as his right-hand man. And Vidac couldn’t have gotten away with his treatment of the colonists unless Hardy had silently endorsed his orders.

The Solar Guard captain left the laboratory and watched the colonists as they milled around in front of the Administration Building. Vidac’s jet car was in the middle of the group of men and Strong saw him jump up on top of the car and begin addressing them. He couldn’t hear the lieutenant governor’s words, but he knew the men were being urged to hunt the cadets down like common criminals. He watched until Vidac rocketed off in his jet car, followed by a stream of colonists in various types of vehicles. In a few moments the area in front of the Administration Building was quiet and deserted. Strong began searching for a jet car.

Jeff Marshall turned sideways in his seat and looked at the pretty face of Jane Logan. Her brow was furrowed with worry.

“Are you afraid?” asked Jeff as he guided the car down the private road leading to the highway.

“I’m frightened to death!” murmured Jane. “That man Vidac is so ruthless!”

Jeff grunted. “I have to agree with you there. But Tom is right. We need proof before we can stop him.”

The girl shrank back. As far as one could see, the road was lined with jet cars. Colonists with paralo-ray guns and anything that could be used as a weapon were scrambling around in the hills.

“What does it mean?” asked Jane.

“I don’t know,” replied Jeff. “But I think it’s a search for the cadets!”

“Oh, no!” cried Jane.

“I hope they’ll let us through,” said Jeff. He pressed down on the accelerator and started moving along the line of cars. On either side of the highway, he saw colonists beating the bushes, looking behind rocks and boulders, shouting at each other as they pressed their hunt for Astro, Tom, and Roger. Jeff managed to get halfway past the line of cars when ahead of him another jet car pulled out across the highway, blocking it. He was forced to stop.

“Hold on there!” roared a man suddenly appearing at the side of the car, holding a paralo-ray gun pointed directly at Jeff.

Jeff looked at him in mock surprise. “What’s going on here?” he asked.

“Who are you?” demanded the man roughly.

“Jeff Marshall. And this is Jane Logan. What’s all the fuss about?”

“We’re looking for the Space Cadets. They murdered old Professor Sykes!” snapped the man. His eyes narrowed and he looked at Jeff closely. “You were pretty chummy with them, weren’t you?” he asked.

“Sure, I knew them,” replied Jeff calmly. “But if they’ve done anything to the professor, I want them caught as badly as you do. I’ve been the professor’s assistant for years. He’s--he’s like a father to me.”

Several of the other men had gathered around the car and were listening. “That’s right, Joe,” said a man on the outside of the group. “This feller’s okay. And that’s Logan’s daughter, all right. They ain’t done nothing.”

“When was the last time you saw the cadets?” demanded the man called Joe.

“Why, a couple of days ago,” Jeff replied.

There was a long pause while the man continued to look at Jeff ominously. Finally he stepped back and lowered the paralo-ray gun. “All right, go on. But if you see those murdering cadets, let us know. We’re out to get them, and when we do, we’re going to--”

“But what right have you to do this on your own?” cried Jane.

“We ain’t,” said Joe. “Governor Vidac made us all special deputies this morning.”

“But we’d do it, anyway,” cried someone from the rear of the crowd. “Those Space Cadets are guilty and we’re going to see that they get what’s coming to them!” There was a roar of agreement.

Jeff nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and eased the car slowly through the group of men. As soon as he was free, he stepped down hard and sent the jet car racing along the highway back toward Roald City.

“Jeff--Jeff,” asked Jane despairingly, “do you think they’ll catch the boys?”

“I don’t know,” replied Jeff grimly. “But if they are caught, the only way we can save them is to find the professor’s journal and pray that the uranium report is in it.”

“But you said the information would be there,” said Jane.

“When you need something as badly as we need that report,” replied Jeff, “you never find it.”

The three Space Cadets were watching their pursuers from a high ridge. They had been driven back all day, and now they could go no farther. Caught while climbing down the other side of the hills from the Logan farm, they had narrowly escaped detection at the very beginning and had been racing from cover to cover ever since. Now there was no place to go. It was only a question of time before the colonists would reach the top of the ridge and find them.

“What do you think they’ll do?” asked Roger.

“We’ll be sent off this satellite so fast,” answered Tom, “you’ll get sick from acceleration.”

“Why?” asked Astro.

“Vidac won’t want us hanging around. Not since Captain Strong is here. He’ll give us a trial within an hour, sentence us to life on a prison rock, and delegate some of his boys to take us back. We don’t have a chance.”