<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_16" id="CHAPTER_16"></SPAN>CHAPTER 16</h2>
<p>"<i>Bump-ty—bump-ty—bump-ty—</i>"</p>
<p>Tom Corbett's heart beat with such rapid, heavy
drumming that the young cadet felt as though it was
going to tear itself right out of his chest.</p>
<p>For nearly six hours Tom had lain in wait in Galaxy
Hall, the museum of Space Academy, on the second
floor of the Tower building. He was hiding in the tail
section of the <i>Space Queen</i>, the first rocket ship to
breach space safely, blasting from Earth to Luna and
back again. He had kept watch through a crack in the
hull of the old ship, waiting for the lights to go out, a
signal that the Academy had bedded down for the
night.</p>
<p>Now, in the silence of the museum, surrounded by
the ancient objects that traced man's progress to the
stars, Tom felt like crying. For as long as he had been
at the Academy, he had revered these crude, frail
objects and wondered if he would ever match the bravery
of the men who used them. Now, unless his plan was
successful, he would be finished as a cadet and the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</SPAN></span>
dream of being an officer in the Solar Guard would vanish
forever.</p>
<p>The Tower building had been quiet for over an hour.
Tom had not heard any voices or movement other than
the evenly paced steps of the guards patrolling their
lonely beats outside.</p>
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<p>He slipped out of the antiquated ship, and staying
well in the shadows, moved out into the corridor to the
head of the slidestairs. He peered over the railing to
the main floor below and saw Warrant Officer Mike
McKenny through the open door of a small office,
seated at his desk, watching an evening stereo program.
The young cadet jumped on the stairs quickly and rode
the moving belt of plastic to the upper floors where the
officers' quarters were located.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Tom was in great danger of discovery. No civilian
was allowed on Academy grounds after taps. And he
was still wearing the civilian clothes he had taken from
the suitcase on the passenger ship from Mars. Silently
but swiftly, he made his way from level to level toward
the seventy-fifth floor.</p>
<p>He knew that there would be a guard stationed in
the halls outside the officers' apartments and it would
be impossible to elude him. He would simply have to
brazen it out.</p>
<p>At the seventy-fifth floor the young cadet stepped off
the slidestairs noisily, his heels clicking on the dark
crystal floor, and strode down the hall. He was
immediately seen by the guard who advanced to meet him,
his ray gun at the ready. Tom was prepared.</p>
<p>"Guard!" he yelled.</p>
<p>The guard stopped in front of him, a puzzled look on
his face. "Yes?" he replied.</p>
<p>"Sir!" snapped Tom. "Show me where Captain
Strong's quarters are and be quick about it!"</p>
<p>"But who are—?" The guard started to protest, but
Tom did not give him the chance to finish.</p>
<p>"Don't stand there like an idiot, man! <i>Move!</i>"</p>
<p>"Uhh—yes, sir," stammered the guard, obviously
taken aback.</p>
<p>"Lead the way," continued Tom loudly. "I haven't
much time."</p>
<p>"Yes, sir, but would you mind lowering your voice,
sir? Some of the officers are asleep, sir."</p>
<p>"Well, get on then and stop jabbering!"</p>
<p>The guard turned quickly and started down the hall.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</SPAN></span>
Tom followed, hardly able to keep from smiling at the
man's frustration and confusion.</p>
<p>They stopped at the door to Captain Strong's
quarters and the guard rapped softly.</p>
<p>"Yes?" came a muffled voice from inside.</p>
<p>"Someone to see you, sir," called the guard.</p>
<p>"Just a moment."</p>
<p>The guard stepped to one side and stood at rigid
attention. When the door opened and Captain Strong was
revealed, Tom brushed past the guard and stepped into
the room, talking quickly.</p>
<p>"My name is Hinkleworth, Captain," he announced.
"I am here at the request of Commissioner Jessup to
discuss the installation of new radar equipment on all
Solar Guard rocket cruisers!"</p>
<p>Tom slammed the door closed behind him and
turned to face the astonished Solar Guard officer.</p>
<p>"What in the star-blazing—?" Strong began angrily.</p>
<p>"It's me, Captain Strong!" Tom said quickly, pulling
his hat off and lowering his collar.</p>
<p>"Corbett!" gasped Strong, taking an involuntary step
back, his face mirroring his disbelief.</p>
<p>"Sh!" whispered the boy, motioning to the door.
Recovering his composure, Strong swept past him, opened
the door, and found the guard still standing there at
attention.</p>
<p>"All right, Corporal," said Strong. "Resume your
station."</p>
<p>"Yes, sir," replied the guard and walked down the
hall. Strong watched him for a moment, then turned
back into his room, closing and locking the door behind<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</SPAN></span>
him. He faced the young cadet, who grinned back at
him weakly.</p>
<p>"All right, spaceboy," said Strong, flopping in the
nearest chair. "Start at the beginning and give it to me.
<i>All of it!</i>"</p>
<p>Tom began his story with the incident of the runaway
truck at Marsport, told of his abduction and escape
from the two truckers, Cag and Monty, his efforts
to reach Space Academy, and finally revealed the identity
of the man he thought was responsible for the
whole effort to stop the projectile operation.</p>
<p>At this, Strong jumped to his feet. "That's the most
fantastic thing I've ever heard, Corbett!" he snapped.
"What kind of proof do you have?"</p>
<p>"None, sir," replied Tom. "The only reason I came
here tonight is to ask you to help me get that proof."</p>
<p>When Strong was silent, shaking his head, Tom tried
again.</p>
<p>"Sir, you do believe me, don't you?" asked the boy
with a sinking feeling in his heart. "What about all the
things that have happened to me and to Roger and
Astro?"</p>
<p>"I can explain them away just as easily as you can explain
your theory," replied Strong. He walked over and
patted the cadet on the shoulder sympathetically. "I'm
sorry, Tom," he said gently. "Your story is just too fantastic
and you haven't even the slightest shred of evidence.
Just a few words an unreliable witness said
under duress."</p>
<p>"I realize that, sir," replied the cadet. "But don't you
see? This is the only way to clear my name."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Strong turned to the window, looked out thoughtfully
for a moment, and then turned back to the boy.
"How do you think I can help you?" he said, a more
sympathetic note in his voice.</p>
<p>His eyes bright with hope again, Tom spoke quickly
and eagerly. The Solar Guard captain calmly packed
his pipe and lighted it, stopping the boy now and then
to ask a question. Finally, when Tom was finished,
Strong nodded and silently puffed at his pipe.</p>
<p>"Well, sir?" asked Tom eagerly.</p>
<p>"I don't know, Tom," replied Strong. "It's a pretty
wild idea. And it leaves me way out on a limb."</p>
<p>"Only if we fail, sir," said Tom.</p>
<p>"Which is more than likely," Strong commented
dryly.</p>
<p>"Captain Strong," said Tom, "if you really don't think
it can work, then I suggest that you call the guard and
turn me in. I've put you in enough trouble already."
Tom moved to the door.</p>
<p>"Stop playing the hero, Corbett," said Strong. "I
didn't say I wouldn't help you. But we have to think
this thing out."</p>
<p>Tom sat down, eying Strong hopefully.</p>
<p>"Now, let me get this straight," said Strong. "First
you want me to help Astro and Roger escape from the
work gang. All right, that may work easily enough. But
why?"</p>
<p>"So we can get aboard the projectile ship and go
through her tests with her."</p>
<p>"I suppose you've heard that Connel, Professor
Hemmingwell, and Dave Barret are going to take her up."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Yes, sir," Tom replied, grinning. "That's why I want
to go along. To make sure no more accidents happen."</p>
<p>"I could send a squad of Space Marines for that kind
of job," mused Strong.</p>
<p>"But that would alert Barret," protested Tom. "He
might not try anything. If he doesn't suspect he's being
watched, we may be able to catch him in the act. And
he certainly wouldn't think the three of us are aboard."</p>
<p>"Hum. Maybe you're right," nodded Strong. "Then
after I get you three on the ship, I'm supposed to spend
my time trailing your prize suspect, right?"</p>
<p>"Yes, sir," nodded the young cadet.</p>
<p>"I'll have to give it consideration, Tom," said Strong
after a momentary pause. "As much as I admire your
plan and as much as I want to help you, this places me
in a highly untenable position. Have you stopped to
think what would happen to me if it were ever known
that I had sheltered you here in my quarters and aided
in the escape of two convicted cadets from the work
gang?"</p>
<p>"Yes, sir," replied Tom soberly. "And—all I can say is
I'll do whatever you think is best."</p>
<p>"Well, get some sleep now," sighed Strong. "I've got
to make a tour of the guard."</p>
<p>Without another word, Tom went into Captain
Strong's bedroom and fell asleep thirty seconds after his
head hit the pillow. His last waking thought was that if
his plan had any merit Captain Strong would help him.</p>
<p>Steve Strong did not leave his quarters immediately.
He sat in the easy chair and puffed thoughtfully on his
pipe until there was nothing left in the burnt and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</SPAN></span>
charred bowl. Then he rose and left the room to make
his rounds. He walked slowly through the hollow,
empty hallways of the Tower building, riding up and
down the slidestairs, speaking curtly to the guards, and
finally walked out on the wide steps facing the grassy
quadrangle.</p>
<p>Strong glanced up at the sky. He counted the stars
he could see and he remembered that as a boy of eight
he knew the names and positions of every one. He
recalled his entrance to the Academy as a cadet and how
his unit instructor had guided him and taught him the
many things a spaceman must know. He thought of his
long tour as a line officer in the Solar Guard fleet under
Commander Walters, then a major, and he remembered
his brother officers, many of whom were now
dead. There was one thing they all had in common, one
thing that overshadowed all personal differences. One
thing that was almost like a religion. Comradeship. A
feeling of belonging, a knowledge that there was <i>always</i>
someone who would believe in you and your ideas.</p>
<p>One thing. Friendship.</p>
<p>Captain Strong spun on his heel, walked back into
the Tower, and rode the slidestairs back to his quarters.
He had made up his mind.</p>
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