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Quent grinned. "That's right. Lay off, buster. Get to your inspecting and let a spaceman blast off." "Kit Barnard will blast off after you, and still beat you back," growled Roger, stepping into the ship. He stopped suddenly and gasped in amazement. "Well, blast my jets!" Tom and Astro crowded into the air lock and looked around, openmouthed. Before them was what appeared to be a hollow shell of a ship. There were no decks or bulkheads, nothing but an intricate network of ladders connecting the various operating positions of the spaceship. Everything that could be removed had been taken out of the ship. "Is this legal?" asked Roger incredulously. "I'm afraid it is, Roger," said Tom. "But we're going to make sure that everything that's supposed to be in a spaceship is in this one." "When I blast off, I don't intend carrying any passengers," growled Miles behind them. "If you're going to inspect, then inspect and stop gabbing." "Let's go," said Tom grimly. The three boys split up and began crawling around in the network of exposed supporting beams and struts that took the place of decks and bulkheads. It did not take them long to determine that Quent Miles' ship was in perfect condition for blast-off. With but a few minutes to spare, they returned to face Miles at the air lock. "O.K., you're cleared," Tom announced. "But it'll take more than a light ship to win this race," said Roger, and unable to restrain himself, he added, "You're bucking the best space busters in the universe!" "One of them"-Quent held up his finger-"is dead." "Yeah," growled Astro, "but there are plenty more just as good as Gigi Duarte." The intercom buzzer sounded in the ship and Quent snapped, "Beat it! I've got a race to win." He pushed the three cadets out of the air lock and slammed the pluglike door closed. From two feet away it was impossible to spot the seams in the metal covering on the port and the hull. "Clear ramp! Clear ramp!" Strong's voice echoed over the spaceport. Tom, Roger, and Astro scurried down the ladder and broke away from the ramp in a run. They knew Quent Miles would not hesitate to blast off whether anyone was within range of his exhaust or not. "Blast off, minus five, four, three, two, one-zero!" Again the spaceport reverberated to the sound of a ship blasting off. All eyes watched the weirdly painted black ship shudder under the surge of power, and then shoot spaceward as if out of a cannon. "Well, ring me around Saturn," breathed Tom, looking up into the sky where the black ship had disappeared from view. "Whatever Quent Miles is, he can sure take acceleration." "Spaceman," said Astro, taking a deep breath, "you can say that again. Wow!" "I hope it broke his blasted neck," said Roger. * * * "And you saw him messing around here, Sid?" asked Kit Barnard of his young helper. "That's right," replied the crew chief. "I was on the control deck checking out the panel and I happened to look down. I couldn't see too well, but it was a big "Messing around the reactor, huh?" mused Kit, almost asking the question of himself. "That's right. I checked it right away, but I couldn't find anything wrong." "Well, it's too late now, anyway. I blast in three minutes." Grimly Kit Barnard looked up at the sky where the black ship had just vanished. "Spaceman's luck, Kit," said Sid, offering his hand. Kit grasped it quickly and jumped into his ship, closing the air lock behind him. As Sid climbed down from the ramp, the three cadets rushed up breathlessly, disappointed at being unable to give Kit their personal good wishes. "Well, anyway, I gave the new reactor my blessing last night," said Astro as they walked away from the ramp. "You were aboard the ship last night?" Sid exclaimed. "Uh-huh," replied Astro. "Hope you don't mind." "No, not a bit!" Sid broke into a smile. "Whew! I thought for a while it was Quent." "What about Quent?" asked Tom. "I saw someone messing around on the power deck last night and thought it might be Quent. But now that you say it was you, Astro, there isn't anything to worry about." Reaching a safe distance from the ramp, they stopped just as Strong finished counting off the seconds to blast off. "Zero!" The three cadets and Sid waited for the initial shattering roar of the jets, but it did not come. Instead, there was a loud bang, followed by another, and then another. And only then did the ship begin to leave the ground, gradually picking up speed and shooting spaceward. "What was wrong?" asked Tom, looking at Sid. "The feeders," replied the young engineer miserably. "They're not functioning properly. They're probably jamming." Astro looked puzzled. "But I checked those feeders myself, just before you closed the casing," he said. "They were all right then." "Are you sure?" asked Sid. "Of course I'm sure," said Astro. "Checking the feeders is one of my main jobs." "Then it must be the reactant," said Tom. "Did Kit use standard reactant?" Sid nodded. "Got it right here at the spaceport. Same stuff everyone else is using." Gloomily the four young spacemen turned away from the ramp and headed for the control tower to hear the latest reports from the ships already underway. There were only a few more ships scheduled to blast off, and the cadets had already inspected them. "Wait a minute," said Tom, stopping suddenly. "The fuel tanks are on the portside of the ship, and the feeders are on the starboard. Where did you see this fellow messing around, Sid?" Sid thought a moment and then his face clouded. "Come to think of it, I saw him on the portside." "I wasn't even close to the tanks!" exclaimed Astro. "There was someone messing around them, then," said Roger. who-or he did." what "Yes," said Tom grimly. "But we don't know "From the sound of those rockets," said Astro, "Kit's feeders are clogged, or there's [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |