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by Norton, Andre


  There was a chorus of cheers on the intercom and Coxine nodded grimly.

  “All right,” he continued, “now that we understand each other, I’ll get on with the business. Second-in-command to me will be Gus Wallace. Lieutenant Wallace!”

  A roar of approval came over the loud-speaker.

  “Third-in-command—Luther Simms! Lieutenant Simms!”

  There was another roar of approval as the prisoners recognized the names of the men who had liberated them from the asteroid.

  “Now, we’ll handle this ship as if it were any other freighter. The following men will be in charge of departments!”

  As Coxine read off the list of jobs and the men to handle them, there were yells of approval and disapproval for favorites and old enemies. When the list of names had been read, he turned away from the intercom and faced his lieutenants, Wallace and Simms.

  “Well, skipper,” boasted Wallace, “it looks like we’re in business again!”

  “Yeah,” chimed in Simms. “In three hours we’ll be on our own asteroid and we can start planning our first strike!”

  Coxine’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Get this, both of you!” he snapped. “What I said to those crawlers down below goes for you too. I’m the boss of this outfit and you don’t even guess about what we’re going to do, until I say so!”

  “But, Bull—!” whined Wallace.

  “Shut up!” roared Coxine. “And when you talk to me, you call me captain!”

  Wallace and Simms looked at each other. “O.K., Captain,” muttered Simms.

  “Yes, sir!” corrected Coxine.

  “Yes, sir,” said Simms quickly.

  “That’s better,” growled the giant spaceman. “Don’t get the idea that just because you were able to follow orders that it makes you smart. Because it doesn’t! It took me two and a half years to get the information collected onto these story spools and smuggle them out to you. Everything, from where to buy this spaceship to getting the light-key out of the time capsule, was my idea! My brains!”

  “Sure, Captain,” said Wallace, “but we took the chances!”

  “Yeah,” sneered Coxine. “You took chances! The only chance you took was in not paying attention to what I told you to do. I gave it all to you. Where to hold up the first freighter passenger, what to take, how to mount the atomic blasters, what code to use in getting through the prison defenses. The whole works! And I did it while sitting on the toughest Rock in the system. I smuggled it out right under the noses of those Solar Guard space crawlers. So forget about being smart, or you’ll wind up with that scum below decks!”

  “Yes, sir!” said Wallace.

  “Now get me a course to the asteroid and make it quick. And have some decent grub sent up to my quarters right away!”

  The big man turned lightly on the balls of his feet and disappeared through the hatch. After a moment, Wallace turned to Simms.

  “That big space-crawling bum!” snorted Wallace. “I oughta blast him!”

  “Go ahead!” sneered Simms. “You were the one who wanted to get him off the Rock, not me!”

  “Aw shut up!” snarled Wallace. He turned to the intercom and began barking orders to his new crew.

  * * * *

  Tom Corbett sat in one corner of a cargo compartment that had been converted into sleeping quarters, watching the celebrating prisoners. Someone had broken into the galley stores and mixed a concoction of fruit, alcohol, and reactor priming fluid to make a foul-tasting rocket juice. The men sat about in various stages of undress as they changed from the white prison coveralls to the black uniforms of the merchant spaceman, and drank heavily from a huge pot of the liquid.

  One of the men, short and stumpy, but with shoulders like an ape, was standing on a table boasting about his strength. He was stripped to the waist and Tom could see the powerful arms and chest beneath the black hair that covered his body. As he continued to brag, the prisoners laughed and jeered, calling him Monkey. The man’s face reddened and he offered to fight anyone in the room. A short, thin man with a hawk nose sitting next to Tom yelled, “Monkey,” and then darted behind a bunk. The man turned and looked angrily at Tom.

  “You there!” the man on the table called, looking at Tom. “You call me Monkey?”

  Tom shook his head. Since the blast-off he had stayed away from the men as much as he could, certain that sooner or later someone would challenge him and discover he wasn’t a prisoner. He hoped to remain aboard the ship long enough to plant a signal for the Solar Guard to follow. Tom felt almost certain they would be heading for Wallace and Simms’ hide-out. And so far, the men had been so excited over their new freedom they hadn’t bothered him. He had managed to sit quietly in the corner of the storage compartment and watch them.

  “I’m talking to you!” shouted the hairy man, looking straight at Tom. “You called me Monkey and then lied about it! Maybe you’re scared, eh?”

  He slipped off the table and advanced toward Tom. The young cadet tried to figure a way out of the threatening fight. He wasn’t afraid of the man, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. And one of the surest ways of letting Wallace and Simms know he was aboard ship was to get into a fight. He couldn’t risk discovery. He had to signal the Solar Guard before he was caught. But how to get around the hairy, drunken criminal now standing over him?

  Tom looked up and saw that the man would not be put off. He would have to fight. He took notice of the powerful arms and shoulders, and decided his best bet would be to stay away, but glancing around quickly he saw there wasn’t any room to retreat. The other prisoners were crowding around, eager to watch the fight. Suddenly his opponent let out an animal-like roar and jumped to pin him down on the deck.

  The young cadet timed his move perfectly. As the man’s body came down on him, he threw up both legs and caught him in the pit of his stomach. Tom could feel his feet sink deep into the man’s mid-section as he kicked out hard and sent him sprawling against the bulkhead. With a bellow of rage, the hairy man picked himself up and charged back at Tom, who was now on his feet, braced to meet him.

  As the prisoners began to roar, Tom side-stepped and back-pedaled frantically, trying to get out of the impossible situation. If he won, there would be questions for him to answer. Questions that would be difficult and might betray his identity. But if he allowed Monkey to win, he might die right there on the deck. The man was blind with rage and would stop at nothing.

  The man rushed in again and, unable to back away, Tom felt the hairy arms close around him in the most powerful grip he had ever felt in his life. Slowly, evenly, Monkey applied pressure. Tom thought his ribs would crack. His head began to swim. The faces around him that laughed and jeered suddenly began to spin around him dizzily.

  Then, with the desperation of a man facing death, Tom began to push outward, his arms under Monkey’s chin. The man tried to apply more pressure but the cadet fought him, forcing his head back farther and farther. The prisoners were silent, watching the deadly battle. Then, gradually, Tom felt the hairy man’s grip relaxing. With the last ounce of his strength he burst out of the encircling arms and staggered back. The ape man looked at him stupidly and then down at his arms as if they had betrayed him. With a roar, he came rushing in again. Tom set himself, left foot forward, shoulders hunched, and when Monkey came within arm’s length, he swung with all the strength he had left in his body. His fist landed on the point of Monkey’s chin. There was a distinct sound of crushing bone and Monkey sank to the deck, out cold. Gasping for breath, Tom stood over the sprawled man and just looked at him. The crowd around him was staring at the fallen man in disbelief. Through the roaring in his head, Tom could hear their voices, “He broke out of Monkey’s grip!” “He broke the guy’s jaw with one punch!”

  Tom turned blindly to the corner where he had been sitting and slumped to the deck. Someone shoved a cup in his hands and he gulped its contents blindly, hardly tasting the foul rocket juice or feeling it burning his throat.


  The cadet was sure now that he would be caught. Monkey had been a popular member of the crew and some of his friends were certain to even the score. But to Tom’s surprise, there were no questions and a few of the men came over to pat him drunkenly on the back. A couple of them dragged the unconscious man out of the compartment and up to sick bay. The others soon forgot the fight and continued their merrymaking.

  Tom sat alone and silent in the corner, his strength returning slowly. He had faced his first obstacle and had won. But he knew that what lay ahead of him made the fight insignificant by comparison. He decided his next move would be to acquaint himself with the ship and, if possible, get a paralo-ray gun.

  As the men continued their drunken singing and yelling he mumbled an excuse about soaking his fist in cold water and managed to escape from the crowded compartment.

  Outside in the passageway, the cadet began to figure out the plan of the ship, first locating the power deck by its roaring purr. He climbed a ladder to the next deck, walked slowly down the passageway toward what he thought to be the control room, and leaned against the hatch. He heard the soft tinkle of a radar signal and his heart skipped a beat. He had stumbled onto the astrogation and radar bridge. Wondering if he should burst into the room and attempt to overpower the men on duty, or wait for a better chance later, he was suddenly startled by a sharp voice in back of him.

  “You—spaceman!” Tom turned to stare right into the face of Bull Coxine!

  The big man looked at Tom with piercing eyes.

  “What’s your name?” demanded Coxine.

  “Uh—uh—they call me the Space Kid!” he finally managed.

  “Space Kid, eh?” mused Coxine. “I don’t remember seeing you on the Rock.”

  “They held me in the tower for a month trying to make me take the psychograph rehabilitation. I got out when the blasting started.”

  “What were you on the Rock for?” asked Coxine. “You’re pretty young to be sent to the Rock.”

  Tom thought desperately of a crime he could have committed that would send him to the prison asteroid. Suddenly he got an idea. He looked at Coxine and spoke in as harsh a voice as he could.

  “Listen,” he snarled, “I just broke Monkey’s jaw for treating me like a kid. I hope you don’t crowd me into fighting you by asking so many questions. Y’see I won’t answer them and then you’ll have to freeze me.” Tom paused and tried to gauge Coxine’s reaction. But he couldn’t see a thing in the cold staring eyes. “And,” Tom continued, “if you freeze me, you’ll lose a better man than most of the scum in your crew!”

  Coxine stepped forward and towered over the curly-haired cadet. When he spoke, his deep voice echoed in the deserted passageway.

  “What was your rating as spaceman before you hit the Rock?” asked the big man.

  Tom’s heart raced. If he could get to the control deck or the radar bridge, he could send his signal easily. But he realized quickly that in either of these places he would be spotted almost immediately by Wallace or Simms. He had to stay away from them and wait for a later chance. Tom’s mind raced.

  “I was a gunner on a deep spacer,” he drawled confidently. “I can take the space tan off a crawler’s nose at a hundred thousand yards with anything from a two-inch to a six-inch blaster.”

  Coxine’s eyes sharpened. “Where did you learn to use a six-incher? They’re only on heavy cruisers of the Solar Guard!”

  Tom could have bitten his tongue off. He had slipped. He thought quickly. “I was an enlisted spaceman in the Solar Guard.”

  “Why’d you get sent to the Rock?”

  “My officer was a smart-alec lieutenant just out of Space Academy. We got in a fight—” Tom didn’t finish the sentence.

  “And you were kicked out, eh?”

  “No, sir,” said Tom. “I hit him so hard—he never woke up again. I had to blast out of there, but they caught me.”

  “All right,” said Coxine. “Report to the gunnery chief. Tell him I said you’re second-in-command.” The big man turned and walked away from the cadet without another word.

  Tom watched him disappear and smiled. He had faced two impossible situations, the fight with Monkey and now this meeting, and he had come out on top in each. Perhaps he had a chance, after all.

  CHAPTER 13

  “Any report from the search squadrons yet, Steve?” asked Commander Walters.

  “No, sir,” replied Captain Strong. “We’re concentrating on the asteroid belt, but so far we’ve drawn a blank.”

  “Well, keep trying and let me know the minute something turns up,” said Walters.

  “Yes, sir,” said Strong, saluting his commanding officer as the elder spaceman left the room. He turned back to a large desk in the center of the room where Roger Manning was busy noting figures on a large chart, showing the areas already covered and listing the squadrons engaged in the search.

  As Strong leaned over his shoulder, Roger placed a finger on the chart. “Squadron Ten has just completed a search of all asteroids in their assigned area,” he said, then added laconically, “Nothing.”

  Strong studied the chart a moment. “Well, we’ll have to keep it up,” he said. “It’s the only way we’ll find them. A systematic search of the belt from end one to the other.” He paused and then muttered, “Only one thing I’m worried about.”

  “What’s that, sir?” asked Roger.

  “That when we do find them, it’ll be too late to help Tom.”

  “You really think he’s aboard Coxine’s ship, Captain Strong?”

  “Couldn’t be anywhere else,” answered Strong. “And he’ll be trying to signal us, you can bet on that. Keep me posted on all radar contacts made by the search squadrons. I want a continuous six-way radar sweep by every ship.”

  “Yes, sir,” said Roger.

  “One more thing,” said Strong, “tell Astro to get the Polaris ready to blast off. And you make sure your radar bridge is in A-one condition.”

  “Are we blasting off, sir?” asked Roger.

  “Every ship we can get into space will give us a better chance of finding Coxine and his crew. Now that we’ve got the search fully under way there’s no need to hang around here any longer.”

  “Glad to hear it, sir,” replied Roger. “I was getting a little itchy to hunt for those crawlers myself. And Astro can hardly keep still.”

  Strong smiled. “Don’t worry, we’ll find Tom,” he said. “Wherever he is, you can bet he’s taking care of himself and doing a good job for the Solar Guard.”

  Roger’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, I wasn’t so worried about Tom as I was Astro, sir. He’ll be pretty mad if there isn’t anything left of Coxine to pay him back for slugging him.”

  Strong rubbed his head and said grimly, “Astro’s not the only one!”

  The blond-haired cadet left the room, and Strong wearily turned back to study the chart of the search in the asteroid belt.

  Immediately upon arrival at Space Academy, two days before, Strong had been placed in charge of the search by Commander Walters. The attack on the prison asteroid and the escape of the prisoners had created the biggest sensation in his life. From one end of the Solar Alliance to the other, the visunews and the stereos were full of the attack and escape details, with Strong’s name appearing often in the headlines and news flashes. To search the asteroid belt had been his suggestion, and while he could offer no proof, he believed the attacking ship had been commanded by Wallace and Simms. Speaking only to Commander Walters, Strong had received permission to combine the search for Wallace and Simms, with the new hunt for Coxine. Strong was convinced that Coxine was behind the activity of Wallace and Simms, from the beginning at the Solar Exposition to the present.

  Strong looked at his watch. It was past midnight. He flipped a switch and paged Lieutenant Moore on the central communicators. In a few moments the young officer appeared and saluted smartly.

  “Take over here, Moore,” said Strong. “I’m going to sack in for a little rest and then
take the Polaris out. I’ll be in constant contact with you and will direct search operations from the Polaris. You stand by here and relay all reports. We’ll use code ‘VISTA’ for all contacts.”

  “Yes, sir,” said Moore. “Shall I work up charts like that one?” He pointed to the chart left by Roger.

  “Statistics here at the academy will handle that,” replied Strong. “Just shoot the information down to them as you receive it. And you’d better get someone else up here to help you. You’ll be here a long time.”

  Moore saluted and Strong walked wearily from the room. There wasn’t any need for cleverness now, thought the Solar Guard captain. When we catch Coxine, he’ll fight. And when he fights, that will be the end of him!

  He went to his quarters and in thirty seconds was asleep.

  * * * *

  “Radar bridge to control deck!” A voice crackled over the intercom aboard the newly named pirate ship, Avenger. “Hullo, control deck! Come in!”

  “Yeah?” roared Bull Coxine. “Whaddya want?”

  “Picked up a blip on the radar, Captain,” replied the radar officer. “Looks to me like the jet liner from Mars to Venus.”

  “Relay the pickup to the control-deck scanner and let me take a look at it,” ordered Coxine.

  In a moment the big pirate was studying the scanner carefully. Wallace and Simms stood to one side. Coxine turned and looked at them with a hard glint in his eyes. “That’s the jet liner, all right!” He rubbed the palms of his huge hands together and smiled thinly. “It looks like we’re in business!”

  Wallace stepped forward. “You mean, you’re going to—?”

  “I’ll tell you what I mean,” snapped Coxine, “when I want you to know it!”

  He turned to the intercom and began to bawl orders into the microphone.

  “All hands! Stand by your stations for attack!”

  There was an answering roar of approval from the crew.

  “We’re making our first strike, you space crawlers! A jet liner from Mars to Venus. There’ll be lots of fancy things aboard her. Things the Solar Guard wouldn’t give you on the Rock!”

 

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