Chapter 5

“For the last time, Captain Strong has been sent on a special mission to Pluto!” said the supervisory officer at the Academy. “Now stop bothering me or I’ll log all three of you with twenty galley demerits!”

“Very well, sir,” said Tom. “But could you tell us if the mission had anything to do with the Roald project?”

“Cadet Corbett,” replied the officer wearily, “even if I knew I couldn’t tell you. It was a special order from Commander Walters’ office. Captain Strong blasted off three days ago with a full crew of guardsmen in a rocket cruiser.”

“And he didn’t--” began Roger.

“And he didn’t leave any message for you,” concluded the officer.

“Thank you, sir,” said Tom. “Come on, fellows, let’s go. We’ve got to blast off for Mars in half an hour and we haven’t got our gear packed.”

The officer watched the three cadets leave and then called after them. “If Captain Strong returns before you get back from Mars, Corbett, I’ll ask him to leave a message!”

“Thanks, sir,” said Tom.

The three boys left the Tower building and hopped on a slidewalk for the spaceport. The Academy was buzzing with activity as Solar Guard officers, scientists, and enlisted men attended to the millions of details of the mass flight of the colonists into deep space.

They met Mike McKenny, the stubby warrant officer, at the air lock of the Solar Guard rocket destroyer that would take them to Mars. After they had climbed into the ship, they waited for a full hour before they could get clearance to blast off. And, in flight, they were forced to maintain constant alert and careful position in the heavy flow of traffic to and from Earth.

“Never saw the Academy so busy in all my life,” commented Mike. “Must be a thousand ships there and in the Atom City fitting docks.”

“Yeah,” agreed Roger. “This is going to be some push!”

From Mars, Titan, Ganymede, Luna City, Venus, the Asteroid Colonies, and as far away as the uranium mines of Pluto, the colonists arrived, to be quartered at Space Academy. Excited, and anxious to begin their new life, they assembled for their antibiotic shots and the last medical check by the Solar Guard doctors. There were crystal miners from Titan, farmers from Venus, Mars, and Earth, prospectors from the New Sahara desert of Mars, engineers from the atmosphere booster stations on Ganymede, and just plain citizens who wanted a new life on the distant satellite of Wolf 359. All had gathered for the great mass flight into space.

At the same time the giant fleet of ships needed to carry the colonists to Roald was being assembled. Officers of the Solar Guard worked late into the night, examining the construction of every ship in the Alliance for use in the flight to Roald. If a jet liner or merchantman was found to be satisfactory, it was purchased at full price from the owners and flown to refitting docks at Space Academy and Atom City where work was begun converting it to a special use. Every ship was to be cannibalized on Roald, its hull taken apart to provide housing and its power decks converted into electropower plants. Now working with Mike McKenny, the three Space Cadets were part of a large group of transfer crews engaged in flying ships to Earth.

[Illustration: The Solar Guard worked late into the night, examining every ship in the Alliance]

Returning from Mars, where they had picked up a giant jet liner, the three cadets landed on the crowded Academy spaceport and turned hopefully to Mike.

“You think we can get a twenty-four-hour pass, Mike?” asked Roger.

“Yeah,” growled Astro. “Governor Hardy promised us a two-week leave, but I guess he got swamped under details!”

Mike scratched his head. “I don’t know, boys,” he said. “I can’t give it to you, but I’ll speak to Commander Walters for you. I know it’s been a pretty rough grind for all of you.”

“Thanks, Mike,” said Tom. “We’d appreciate it.”

Later, when the three boys had signed over the giant ship to the refitting crews, they headed for their dormitory for a refreshing shower.

As Astro began to strip off his jacket, he suddenly asked, “Do you think Captain Strong has returned from Pluto yet?”

“I doubt it,” answered Roger. “I’m sure there would have been a message for us on the chatter wire if he had.” Roger referred to a tape recorder that was standard equipment in each of the dormitory rooms, used expressly for messages.

“You know something,” said Tom. “I think we ought to go directly to Commander Walters about Vidac.”

“Commander Walters!” growled Astro. “Are you off your rocket?”

“Why shouldn’t we?” agreed Roger.

“I’ll tell you why!” said Astro. “Commander Walters probably is so busy you couldn’t get near him with a six-inch atomic blaster. And what are we going to say after we get there? Just that Vidac has let some space crawlers into the expedition?”

“That’s enough, isn’t it?” asked Roger.

“We can’t let this slide, Astro,” said Tom determinedly. “Somebody’s got to do something about Vidac, and if the governor won’t, it should be brought to Commander Walters’ attention.”

“Come on. Let’s do it right now,” urged Roger. “We’ll be sticking our necks out, but since when have we ever let that stop us?”

Astro shrugged his shoulders and quickly redressed. The three boys left the dormitory building and started hopping from one slidewalk to another, as they made their way to the Tower building. All around them the activity of the Academy seemed to have increased. Everyone seemed to be rushing somewhere. Even the green-clad Earthworm cadets had been pressed into service as messengers. And mixed in with the officials were the colonists wandering around sight-seeing.

“Say!” exclaimed Astro. “Isn’t that Jane Logan?”

“Where?” asked Roger. Astro pointed to a parallel slidewalk where the girl colonist from Venus was being whisked along in the same direction. “Well, blast my jets!” cried Roger. “So it is!”

“Relax, Roger,” said Astro with a wink at Tom. “Business before pleasure!”

“Yeah--yeah, but this is business too,” said Roger, jumping lightly to the near-by slidewalk beside the pretty young colonist.

“Well,” he exclaimed, “if it isn’t the little space doll from Venus!”

Jane Logan turned around and smiled. “Well, Cadet Manning!” And seeing Astro and Tom come up, she smiled a greeting to them. “And Cadets Astro and Corbett!”

“Never mind them,” said Roger. “I’m the only one that counts.”

“Why, Cadet Manning,” said the girl archly, “I had no idea you were so important.”

“As a matter of fact, I’m going up to see Commander Walters right now on some important business.”

“Commander Walters?” gasped Jane. “Ohhhh!”