Danger in Deep Space Part 23

"Blast the s.h.i.+p if you want," said Roger coldly, "but don't hurt the crew!"

"Listen, Manning!" snarled Loring. "If the crew gets hurt it ain't my fault. If they're in the s.h.i.+p, that's tough. If not, then that's O.K.

with me. I ain't sending them any letter telling them I'm going to blast their s.h.i.+p and then have them come up after me with a s.p.a.ce torpedo!"

Roger didn't answer. He turned away and climbed back to the radar bridge. Loring followed him up the ladder.

"Don't get any ideas about warning your buddies, Manning, 'cause if you do, I'll blast you before I blast them!"

"Don't worry," replied Roger. "It's daytime on the other side of Tara now, where the _Polaris_ is. The crew might be out on a scouting mission or making observations away from the s.h.i.+p. There's less chance of their being on the s.h.i.+p. If we're going to do it, let's get it over with!"

"O.K. with me," said Loring. "Take this wagon up toward Alpha Centauri a little way. Coming out of the sun, they won't see us. We'll use one of the jet boats to deliver our little present. I'll set the fuse, put the jet boat on automatic, and aim it right for the _Polaris_."

"All right," agreed Manning reluctantly. He turned to the chart table, plotted a course, and issued orders to s.h.i.+nny at the controls and to Mason on the power deck. Soon the _s.p.a.ce Devil_ was blasting away from the night side of the planet, heading toward the sun. When they reached an alt.i.tude of a thousand miles above the surface of the planet, Loring maneuvered the jet boat into position outside the s.h.i.+p and placed the crude reactant bomb inside. Ready, he gave Roger the signal to make the run out of the sun toward the _Polaris_. Roger relayed the orders to s.h.i.+nny and Mason, and the _s.p.a.ce Devil_ rocketed back toward the planet again.

Loring, sitting inside the jet boat, waited until they had reached an alt.i.tude of five hundred miles.

"All right, Manning," said Loring, "give me the course!"

Roger calculated the rotational speed of the planet, the _s.p.a.ce Devil's_ alt.i.tude, and the speed of the jet boat. He drew a line between the _s.p.a.ce Devil_ and _Polaris_, checked it on the astro compa.s.s, and reached for the intercom mike. He ran a dry tongue over his lips and called out the course.

"Course is one forty-three--" He caught himself and stared at the chart.

Suppose Tom or Astro or anyone was near the s.h.i.+p? Even if he missed by several hundred yards, the bomb would certainly be fatal. If he only changed the course one degree, at a range of five hundred miles, it would miss the _Polaris_ by several miles. And Loring wouldn't be able to see anything because of the dust cloud.

"Course corrected," said Roger. "New course is one forty-two!"

"One forty-two!" repeated Loring.

Roger sat back and waited for the small s.p.a.ce craft to blast off from the s.h.i.+p. In his mind, he saw Loring setting the trigger on the bomb, adjusting the controls, setting the automatic pilot, and then pressing the acceleration b.u.t.ton. Roger gripped the sides of the chart table and stared at the radar scanner. A fast-moving blip was streaking across its surface. Loring had started the jet boat.

His eyes showing his great fear, Roger watched the blip as it sped down like a maddened hornet toward the _Polaris_ resting on its directional fins in the green jungle. He could hear the hatch slam closed below as Loring re-entered the s.h.i.+p, but he continued to watch the rapidly moving blip.

Suddenly it disappeared, and Roger knew it had reached Tara. He slumped back in his chair. His eyes were gla.s.sy, his ears deaf to the roar of triumph from below as Loring and Mason, watching the flight of the jet boat on the control deck teleceiver screen, saw it explode. Roger couldn't move. He had fired a reactant bomb at Tom and Astro.

"By the craters of Luna," roared Connel, "we've been attacked!"

The four Earthmen, exploring a valley several miles north of the _Polaris_, had been thrown to the ground when the bomb landed. Connel's reaction was immediate and decisive.

"Get into the jet boat! All of you! We've got to get back to the _Polaris_! If our s.h.i.+p is smashed, we'll spend the rest of our lives fighting this jungle!"

In a matter of seconds the four s.p.a.cemen were rocketing over the jungle toward the _Polaris_. Presently they came to an enormous dust cloud that had mushroomed out over the trees. It was so thick Tom found it difficult to pilot the small craft.

"Any danger of radioactivity in this dust, sir?" asked Astro.

"Always that possibility, Astro," answered Connel. "We'll know soon enough!" He flipped on a built-in Geiger counter on the dashboard of the jet boat, and immediately the cabin was filled with a loud ticking that warned of danger.

"The count is up to seven fifty, sir," said Astro. "Not enough to bother you unless you're in it a long time."

"There's the _Polaris_, sir," yelled Tom. "She's still on her directional fins! They missed her! She's O.K.!"

"By the blessed rings of Saturn, she is!" exclaimed Connel. "Go on, Tom, give this baby the gun! If we have to die, let's die like s.p.a.cemen, in s.p.a.ce, fighting with s.p.a.ceman's weapons, not crawling around here in the jungle like worms!"

The three boys smiled at their skipper's rousing statement. "This is the time," thought Tom, "when I'd rather have Major Connel in command than anyone else in the Solar Guard." If there was to be a fight, then they certainly had found the man who knew how to do just that! Fight!

[Ill.u.s.tration]

Tom swooped over the treetops recklessly, and fearing the blast had damaged the jet-boat air lock, brought the small craft to rest in the blinding dust a few yards away from the _Polaris_.

Three minutes later the four s.p.a.cemen had separated and were standing by their respective posts. Hasty but thorough checks were made to determine the damage, and finding none, they prepared to raise s.h.i.+p.

"All clear forward and up," Alfie reported in a high squeaking voice.

"Energize the cooling pumps," shouted Tom.

Astro had already started the mighty pumps, their vibrations rocking the s.h.i.+p, and Tom began counting the seconds.

"Stand by to raise s.h.i.+p. Minus five--four--three--two--one--_zeeroooooo!_"

Paying scant attention to the crush of sudden acceleration, Tom gave the s.h.i.+p all the power she could take for the climb out of Tara's atmosphere, and soon they were rocketing through the airless void of s.p.a.ce. Alfie and Connel hurriedly swept the area with the radar scanner for the attacking intruder.

"There she is!" roared Connel. "There!" He placed a finger on a white blip on the scanner. "By the craters of Luna, that's an Earth s.h.i.+p!" The fear of an outer-s.p.a.ce invasion by hostile people from another world had been in the back of his mind, but he had been reluctant to voice his fears in front of the cadets. "And she's an old one at that!" he exclaimed. "Not even armed. I know that cla.s.s vessel. Corbett!" he shouted.

"Aye, aye, sir," replied Tom.

"Put the s.h.i.+p on automatic flight, attack-approach pattern number three.

Then stand by to send a message to whoever's manning that s.h.i.+p!"

"Aye, aye, sir!" replied Tom. He hurriedly set the delicate device that would fly the s.h.i.+p in a preplanned course of zigzag maneuvers and opened the circuits of the teleceivers.

"All set for the message, sir," reported Tom.

"Tell them," said Connel heavily, his voice cold, "whoever they are, that I'll give them two minutes to surrender. If they don't, I'll blast them into protons!"

"Very well, sir," said Tom. He turned to the teleceiver and began twirling the dials.

"Attention! Attention! Rocket cruiser _Polaris_ to s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p X.

_Polaris_ to s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p X. You are ordered to surrender within two minutes or we will attack. By order of Major Connel, Senior Line Officer, Solar Guard."

He switched the teleceiver for reception and waited. In a moment the screen blurred and then an image appeared. Tom gasped. It was Roger!

"Tom, Tom," yelled Roger. "Tom, this is me--Roger!"

"Roger! What're you doing out here? How'd you get here?"

"I can't explain now," said Roger. "I--I--"

Tom interrupted him. "Roger, you've been cleared! The investigation of the crash on the station proved that Loring and Mason are guilty.

They're wanted for the crash and the deaths of Jardine and Bangs!"