Chapter 9

“Do you think it will be safe there?” asked Roger, as he watched Tom and Astro push the half-completed communications set under a workbench behind several large cartons.

“As safe as any place,” replied Tom. “If Vidac has any idea we’re building it, we could hide it any place and he’d find it. So, as the saying goes, the least hidden is the best hidden. We’ll have to take a chance.”

“Besides,” chimed in Astro, “here in the storeroom, Jeff will have his eye on it all the time. If Vidac starts getting nosy, Jeff will be able to shift it to another hiding place without too much trouble.”

“Well, that’s all we can do now,” said Tom, straightening up. “Come on. Let’s get to the scout ship and blast off before Vidac wants to know what we’re doing.”

Checking the hiding place one last time, the three cadets left the storeroom and headed for the jet-boat deck. In a few moments they were blasting through space toward the rear of the fleet where a rocket scout was waiting for them. The scouts were being carried by the larger space freighters to save fuel. Now one had been fueled and was blasting alongside its carrier ship with a skeleton crew. When the cadets’ jet boat came alongside, the crew of the scout transferred into the jet boat and the three cadets took over the scout.

On the control deck, Tom checked his instruments and made preliminary tests on the circuits. Suddenly Roger’s voice crackled over the ship’s intercom. “Blast that guy Vidac!” he yelled. “He’s one jump ahead of us again!”

Startled, Tom called into the intercom. “What do you mean, Roger?”

“The ship’s communicator,” snorted Roger. “I figured once we got aboard the scout we’d be able to use this set to contact the Academy instead of having to monkey around with the homemade job back on the Polaris. But it’s no soap.”

“Why not?” boomed Astro over the intercom.

“The only open circuit here is beamed to the Polaris. And the radar is too complicated to change over to audio communications. We haven’t got enough time.”

Tom clenched his teeth. He had had the same idea about using the communications set on the scout to contact the Academy. Now there was nothing to do but hope Vidac wouldn’t find the one they were building. He called into the intercom again. “Is the radar working well enough for us to search the asteroid cluster without plowing into any space junk?”

“Yeah,” growled Roger. “He left it in working condition all right, but if we burn out a tube, we’re blacked out until we get back. There isn’t a spare nut or bolt in the locker for repairs.”

“But what happens if something happens to the radar when we’re in the cluster,” called Astro. “We’ll be sitting ducks for every asteroid!”

“That’s the chance we have to take, Astro,” said Tom. “If we complained, you know what he’d do.”

“I sure do,” growled Astro. “He’d call us yellow again, because we’d refused to make the trip!”

“That’s the way it adds up,” said Tom. “So I guess we’d better get started. Stand by to blast!”

“All clear fore and aft,” reported Roger.

“Full thrust, Astro,” ordered Tom, “but stand by for emergency maneuvers. This is going to be a tough trip, fellows. Perhaps the toughest trip we’ve ever made. So keep your eyes and ears open and spaceman’s luck!”

“Spaceman’s luck!” echoed his unit mates.

Under full thrust the speedy little ship shot ahead of the fleet toward the gigantic mass of asteroids, planetoids, and millions of lesser space bodies, whirling and churning among themselves at an incredible rate of speed. Hardly had they left the fleet when Roger’s voice crackled over the intercom again.

“Say, you space monkeys!” he yelled. “I got an idea! How about taking this wagon and heading back for the Academy?”

“Can’t,” replied Astro, “we’ve only got forty-eight hours of fuel, water, and oxygen--and no reserves. We couldn’t get one-tenth of the way back before we ran out of everything, even if we wanted to go back.”

“What do you mean--if?” snapped Roger. “Wouldn’t you go back? How about you, Tom?”

“I’d think a long time before I would,” said Tom. “Remember, Vidac hasn’t done anything we can actually pin on him.”

“What about making the colonists pay for their food,” sneered Roger.

“Vidac could say it was a precautionary measure,” said Tom.

“What kind of precaution?” asked Astro.

“Well, Vidac could say that the colonists were using too much of the supplies simply because it was free. And instead of imposing rationing, he’s making them pay, but that he wouldn’t actually take their profit.”

[Illustration: The speedy little ship shot ahead of the fleet toward the gigantic mass of asteroids]

“Yeah,” growled Astro. “And there’s just enough hokum in that to make everyone back at the Academy happy.”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to go on with it,” said Tom. “Not only this exploration of the asteroid belt, but we’ll have to wait for Vidac to really tip his hand.”

“From the way he operates,” said Roger disgustedly, “that might be never.”

Blasting farther ahead through the unexplored region of outer space, the cadets, who had seen a great many space phenomena, were awed by the thickening groups of stars around them. It was Tom who finally realized that they were getting closer to the inner ring of their galaxy and that the stars and suns they were unable to see from Earth, or other Solar Alliance planets, were some fifty to sixty billion miles closer.

Gulping a cup of tea and a few sandwiches, the three cadets continued their advance toward the uncharted, unknown dangers of the asteroid belt that lay ahead of them.

Meanwhile, back on the Polaris, Jeff Marshall walked into the observatory quietly. He stood and watched Professor Sykes adjust the prisms of his telescopes, then settle himself to an hour of observation. Jeff knew that the professor would remain there for the next two hours. He felt safe in going to the storeroom and taking out the communications unit to work on it. But just to make sure, he called out, “Will you be needing anything, sir?”

“No, I won’t!” barked Sykes. “If I did, I’d ask for it!”

“Yes, sir!” said Jeff. He turned away with a slight smile on his face and left the observatory. He walked quickly through the passageways of the ship until he came to the storeroom hatch. He glanced around quickly and then stepped into the quiet chamber. Pulling the cartons away from the bench, he took out the half-completed tangle of wires, and by the light of a small flashlight, he peered into the maze, trying to figure out where Roger had left off. He had traced the connections and was about to go to work when suddenly the overhead light was switched on, bathing the storeroom in light. Jeff whirled around to see Vidac, standing in the open hatch, staring at him.

“Well, Sergeant Marshall,” he said, advancing toward the enlisted spaceman, “some secret experiment, no doubt!”

“Yes, sir,” replied Jeff. “I’ve--I’ve been working on a new type of communications set.”

Vidac stepped closer to the set and gave it a quick look. Suddenly, without warning, he picked up the delicate instrument, smashed it to the floor, and then trampled on it. He whirled around and faced Marshall.