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42-D with a mad rush.

“Yeeeoooooowwww!” He grabbed the two cadets and picked them up, one in each hand. “I made it⁠—hands down⁠—I handled those rocket motors like they were babes in arms! I told you that all I had to do was touch them and I’d know! I told you!”

“Congratulations, Astro,” said Tom with a wide grin. “I knew you’d do it.”

“Put me down, you oversized Venusian jerk,” said Roger, almost good-naturedly. Astro released the smaller cadet and faced him.

“Well, hot-shot, I promised you something when I got back, didn’t I?”

“Make it later, will you, and I’ll be glad to oblige.” He walked toward the door. “I’ve got to go down and collect a bet.”

“What bet?” asked Astro.

“With Tony Richards.”

“But I thought you were afraid to bet on me!”

“Not at all, Astro. I just wanted to make you mad enough to ensure my winning.”

“That sounds like you were more worried about your bet than you were about Astro passing,” snapped Tom.

“You’re exactly right, spaceboy,” purred Roger, standing in the doorway.

“That’s our boy, Manning,” growled Astro. “The great team man!”

“Team?” Roger took a step back into the room. “Don’t make me laugh, Astro. For your information, tomorrow morning I’m putting in for a transfer to another unit!”

“What!” exclaimed Tom. “You can’t trans⁠—”

“Yes, I can,” interrupted Roger. “Read your Academy regs. Anyone can request a transfer once the unit has passed its manuals.”

“And what excuse are you going to use,” snapped Astro bitterly. “That you can’t take it?”

“A personality difference, Astro, my boy. You hate me and I hate you. It’s a good enough reason, I think.”

“It’s just as well, hot-shot,” replied Astro. “Because if you don’t transfer, we will!”

Roger merely smiled, flipped his fingers to his forehead in an arrogant gesture of farewell and turned to leave again. But his path was blocked by the sudden appearance of Captain Steve Strong. The three cadets quickly braced.

The Solar Guard officer strode into the room, his face beaming. He looked at each of the boys, pride shining out of his eyes, and then brought his hand up and held it in salute.

“I just want to tell you boys one thing,” he said solemnly. “It’s the highest compliment I can pay you, or anyone.” He paused. “All three of you are real spacemen!”

Tom and Astro couldn’t repress smiles, but Roger’s expression never changed.

“Then we passed as a unit, sir?” asked Tom eagerly.

“Not only passed, Corbett”⁠—Strong’s voice boomed in the small room⁠—“but with honors. You’re the top rockets of this Earthworm group! I’m proud to be your commanding officer!”

Again Tom and Astro fought back smiles of happiness and even Roger managed a small grin.

“This is the fightingest group of cadets I’ve ever seen,” Strong continued. “Frankly, I was a little worried about your ability to pull together but the results of the manuals showed that you have. You couldn’t have made it without working as a unit.”

Strong failed to notice Roger’s face darken, and Tom and Astro look at each other meaningfully.

“My congratulations for having solved that problem too!” Strong saluted them again and walked toward the door, where he paused. “By the way, I want you to report to the Academy spaceport tomorrow at eight hundred hours. Warrant Officer McKenny has something out there he wants to show you.”

Tom’s eyes bugged out and he stepped forward.

“Sir,” he gasped, scarcely able to get the question past his lips, “you don’t mean we’re⁠—we’re going to⁠—”

“You’re absolutely right, Corbett. There’s a brand-new rocket cruiser out there. Your ship. Your future classroom. You’ll report to her in the blues of the Space Cadets! And from now on your unit identification is the name of your ship! The rocket cruiser Polaris!”

A second later, Strong had vanished down the corridor, leaving Tom and Astro hugging each other and clapping each other on the back in delirious joy.

Roger merely stood to one side, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“And now, as we prepare to face the unknown dangers of space,” he said bitingly, “let us unite our voices and sing the Academy hymn together! Huh!” He strode toward the door. “Don’t they ever get tired of waving that flag around here?”

Before Tom and Astro could reply, he had disappeared. The big Venusian shrugged his shoulders. “I just don’t understand that guy!”

But Tom failed to reply. He had turned toward the window and was staring out past the gleaming white Tower of Galileo into the slowly darkening skies of evening to the east. For the moment, the problems of Roger Manning and the unit were far away. He was thinking of the coming morning when he would dress in the blues of a Space Cadet for the first time and step into his own ship as command pilot. He was thinking of the morning when he would be a real spaceman!

VIII

The campus of Space Academy was quiet that evening. Only a few cadets were still out on the quadrangle, lounging around in the open before returning to their quarters for bed-check.

On the forty-second floor of the dormitory building, two thirds of the newly formed Polaris unit, Tom and Astro, were in heated argument.

“All right, all right, so the guy is brilliant,” said Astro. “But who can live with him? Not even himself!”

“Maybe he is a little difficult,” replied Tom, “but somehow, we’ve got to adjust to him!”

“How about him adjusting to us? It’s two against one!” Astro shambled to the window and looked out moodily. “Besides, he’s putting in for a transfer and there’s nothing we can do about it!”

“Maybe he won’t now⁠—not after that little speech Captain Strong made this afternoon.”

“If he doesn’t, then, blast it, I will!”

“Aw, now take it easy, Astro!”

“Take it easy, nothing!” Astro was building up a big head of steam. “Where is that space crawler right now?”

“I don’t know. He never came back. Wasn’t even down at mess tonight.”

“There, that’s just what I mean!” Astro turned to Tom to press his point. “It’s close to bed-check and he

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