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his breath as Roger passed him. He could hear Roger mumble.

“They got you⁠—but they won’t get me with any of that glory stuff!”

Tom waited, heart racing, trying to figure out what Roger meant, and why he was here alone in Galaxy Hall. Finally the blond cadet disappeared up the moving stair.

Tom didn’t go to see Captain Strong. Instead, he returned to his room.

“So quick?” asked Astro.

Tom shook his head. “Where’s Roger?” he asked.

“In the shower.” Astro gestured to the bathroom, where Tom could hear the sound of running water. “What made you change your mind about seeing Captain Strong?” asked Astro.

“I think we’ve misjudged Roger, Astro,” said Tom slowly. And then related what he had seen and heard.

“Well, blast my jets!” exclaimed Astro, when Tom had finished. “What’s behind it, do you think?”

“I don’t know, Astro. But I’m convinced that any guy that’ll visit Galaxy Hall by himself late at night⁠—and cry⁠—well, he couldn’t be entirely off base, regardless of what he does.”

Astro studied his work-hardened palms.

“You wanta keep it this way for a while?” he asked. “I mean, forget about talking to Captain Strong?”

“Roger’s the best astrogator and radar man in the Academy, Astro. There’s something bothering him. But I’m willing to bet that whatever it is, Roger will work it out. And if we’re really unit-mates, then we won’t sell him out now, when he may need us most.”

“That’s it, then,” said Astro. “I’ll kill him with kindness. Come on. Let’s turn in. We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow!”

The two boys began to prepare for bed. Roger came out of the shower wearing pajamas.

“All excited, spacemen?” he drawled, leaning against the wall, brushing his short hair.

“About as excited as we can get, Roger,” smiled Tom.

“Yeah, you space-blasting jerk!” growled Astro good-naturedly. “Turn out the lights before I introduce you to my space boot.”

Roger eyed the two cadets quizzically, puzzled by the strange good humor of both boys. He shrugged his shoulders, flipped out the light and crawled into bed.

But if he could have seen the satisfied smile of Tom Corbett, Roger would have been even more puzzled.

“We’ll just kill him with kindness,” thought Tom, and fell fast asleep.

IX

The three members of the Polaris unit stepped off the slidewalk at the Academy spaceport and stood before Warrant Officer McKenny.

“There she is,” said the stubby spaceman, pointing to the gleaming spaceship resting not two hundred feet away. “Rocket cruiser Polaris. The newest and fastest ship in space.”

He faced the three boys with a smile. “And she’s all yours. You earned her!”

Mouths open, Tom, Roger and Astro stood gaping in fascination at the mighty spaceship resting on the concrete ramp. Her long two-hundred-foot polished beryllium steel hull mirrored the spaceport scene around them. The tall buildings of the Academy, the “ready” line of space destroyers and scouts, and the hundreds of maintenance noncoms of the enlisted Solar Guard, their scarlet uniforms spotted with grime, were all reflected back to the Polaris unit as they eyed the sleek ship from the needlelike nose of her bow to the stubby opening of her rocket exhausts. Not a seam or rivet could be seen in her hull. At the top of the ship, near her nose, a large blister made of six-inch clear crystal indicated the radar bridge. Twelve feet below it, six round window ports showed the position of the control deck. Surrounding the base of the ship was an aluminum scaffold with a ladder over a hundred feet high anchored to it. The top rung of the ladder just reached the power-deck emergency hatch which was swung open, like a giant plug, revealing the thickness of the hull, nearly a foot.

“Well,” roared the red-clad spaceman, “don’t you want to climb aboard and see what your ship looks like inside?”

“Do we!” cried Tom, and made a headlong dash for the scaffold. Astro let out one of his famous yells and followed right at his heels. Roger watched them running ahead and started off at a slow walk, but suddenly, no longer able to resist, he broke into a dead run. Those around the Polaris stopped their work to watch the three cadets scramble up the ladder. Most of the ground crew were ex-spacemen like McKenny, no longer able to blast off because of acceleration reaction. And they smiled knowingly, remembering their reactions to their first spaceship.

Inside the massive cruiser, the boys roamed over every deck, examining the ship excitedly.

“Say look at this!” cried Tom. He stood in front of the control board and ran his hands over the buttons and switches. “This board makes the manual we worked on at the Academy look like it’s ready for Galaxy Hall!”

“Yeeeooooooww!” Three decks below, Astro had discovered the rocket motors. Four of the most powerful ever installed on a spaceship, enabling the Polaris to outrace any ship in space.

Roger stuck his head through the radar-bridge hatch and gazed in awe at the array of electronic communicators, detection radar and astrogation gear. With lips pulled into a thin line, he mumbled to himself: “Too bad they didn’t give you this kind of equipment.”

“What’d you say, Roger?” asked Astro, climbing alongside to peer into the radar bridge.

Startled, Roger turned and stammered, “Ah⁠—nothing⁠—nothing.”

Looking around, Astro commented, “This place looks almost as good as that power deck.”

“Of course,” said Roger, “they could have placed that astrogation prism a little closer to the chart table. Now I’ll have to get up every time I want to take sights on stars!”

“Don’t you ever get tired of complaining?” asked Astro.

“Ah⁠—rocket off,” snarled Roger.

“Hey, you guys,” yelled Tom from below, “better get down here! Captain Strong’s coming aboard.”

Climbing back down the ladder to the control deck, Astro leaned over his shoulder and asked Roger, “Do you really think he’ll let us take this baby up for a hop, Manning?”

“Get your head out of that cloud, Astro. You’ll pull about three weeks of dry runs before this baby gets five

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