The Tom Corbett Space Cadet Megapack: 10 Classic Young Adult Sci-Fi Novels

by Norton, Andre

  Suddenly the door opened and Ed Bush hurried into the room. “Boss!—boss!” he shouted breathlessly. “Logan is spilling everything to the Space Cadets!”

  “What?” cried Vidac. “How did that happen?”

  “He came to the Polaris,” whined Bush. “Said he had some books and stuff he wanted to return, so I let him aboard. Luckily I followed him and listened outside the door.”

  “What did they talk about?” demanded Vidac.

  “Logan told them about the meeting with the farmers the other night. He wanted to get the colonists together to start a rebellion, but Corbett convinced him it would be the wrong thing to do.”

  “What?” yelled Vidac. He rose and grabbed Bush around the throat. “You dirty space crawler! You’ve ruined everything. All my plans messed up, because you let a hick and a kid outsmart you!”

  “I’m sorry, boss,” Bush whined. “I didn’t know.”

  “Get out of here!” Vidac snarled. “I should have known better than to jeopardize the whole operation by signing on a couple of space jerks like you two! Get out!”

  The two men left hurriedly and Vidac began to pace the floor. He was acutely aware that his scheme was out in the open. All of the careful planning to keep the cadets off balance and unsure of him until he could make his move was lost. He regretted not having gotten rid of them before, out in space, where unexplained accidents would be accepted. He had placed too much confidence in Bush and Winters and had underestimated the cadets. Something had to be done—and fast! But it couldn’t be anything obvious, or his plans of taking over Roald would fail.

  The buzz of the teleceiver on his desk interrupted his train of thought and he flipped open the small scanner.

  “Professor Sykes to see you, sir,” reported his aide in the outer office.

  “Tell him to come back later,” said Vidac. “I’m busy.”

  “He says it’s very important,” replied the aide.

  “All right—all right, send him in,” snapped Vidac and closed the key on the teleceiver irritably. A second later the door opened and Professor Sykes entered hurriedly. He was dirty and dusty from his ten-day stay in the desert wastes of the satellite.

  “Vidac!” cried Sykes excitedly. “I’ve just made the most tremendous discovery in the history of the Solar Alliance!”

  Vidac eyed the professor calculatingly. He had never seen the old man excited before. “Sit down, Professor,” he said. “You look as if you just walked through the New Sahara on Mars. Here, drink this!” Vidac offered the professor a glass of water and waited expectantly.

  Sykes drank the water in one gulp and poured another glass before taking his seat. He began digging into his pouch and pulling out sheets of what appeared to be exposed film. He rummaged around for his glasses, and after adjusting them on his hawklike nose, began to sort the sheets of film.

  “When the instruments on the Polaris went crazy out in space,” began Sykes nervously, “I knew there was only one thing that could cause such a disturbance. Radioactivity! As soon as we landed, I began to look for the source. At first I used a Geiger counter. But I couldn’t get an accurate count. The counter was as erratic as the instruments. So I tried film. Here is the result.” He handed the exposed film to Vidac. “This film was protected by lead sheeting. It would take a deposit of pitchblende richer than anything I’ve ever heard of to penetrate the lead. But look at it! The film is completely exposed. The only thing that could do that is a deposit of uranium at least seventy-five per cent pure!”

  Vidac studied the films closely. “Where is this strike?” he asked casually. “Is it on land that has been parceled out to the colonists?”

  “I don’t know whose land it’s on. But I’m telling you this! It’s going to make someone the richest man in the Solar Alliance!”

  Sykes fumbled in his pouch again and this time brought out a dirty piece of paper. “This is a report giving the location and an assay estimate. It has to be sent back to the Solar Council right away. Have communications with Earth been established yet?”

  Vidac shook his head and reached out for the report. “If what you say is true,” he said coolly, “we can always send it back on the Polaris.”

  He took the report and read it over. He recognized immediately the danger of Sykes’s discovery. He laid the film and the report on his desk and faced the professor. “And you are absolutely sure of your findings?”

  Sykes snorted. “I’ve been working with uranium all my life. And I should know a deposit like this when I see one!”

  Vidac didn’t answer. He turned to the teleceiver and flipped it on. “Send Winters and Bush in here right away,” he told the aide.

  “You going to send those two back with this report?” asked Sykes. “Personally I’d feel a lot safer if you’d send those Space Cadets and my assistant, Jeff Marshall. They may be young, but they can be depended on.”

  “I’d rather send men I can depend on, Professor,” said Vidac. “As you say, the cadets are still quite young. And this report is too important to take chances.”

  The door opened and Winters and Bush entered.

  Vidac stuffed the report and the exposed film into a dispatch case and quickly sealed it. He handed it over to Winters. “Guard this with your life,” said Vidac seriously.

  “Wait a minute,” said Sykes. “Aren’t you going to tell Governor Hardy about this?”

  “This is so important, Professor,” said Vidac, “that I think we should get it off at once. There’s plenty of time to tell the governor.”

  “Well, all right.” Sykes got up and stretched. “After almost two weeks in that desert, I’m ready for a nice clean bed and something to eat besides synthetics.” He turned to Winters and Bush. “That pouch is worth more than any man ever dreamed of. Be sure you guard it well!”

  “You can depend on us, Professor,” said Winters.

  “Yeah,” said Bush. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

  The three spacemen watched the professor leave. As soon as the door closed, Vidac grabbed the pouch out of Winters’ hand. His face hardened and his eyes were narrow slits.

  “You messed up one operation for me, but luck has given us another chance. If you mess this one up, I’ll dump you into space for a long swim. Now listen to me!”

  The two spacemen crowded close to Vidac’s desk.

  “Sykes has just made the biggest discovery in the universe. It’s worth billions! The cadets are in our way, and as long as the professor is alive, so is he! We’re going to wipe them out. I want you to take the professor to that asteroid we spotted a few days ago and keep him there. I’m going to accuse the cadets of getting rid of the old man, so we can eliminate the cadets, the professor, and keep the uranium secret for ourselves. His report says it’s located at section three, map eight. That’s the property given to Logan. After we get rid of the cadets and the professor, we’ll have plenty of time to bounce old Logan. This is the sweetest operation this side of paradise. And it’s all mine!”

  “But what kind of proof will you have that the cadets did something to the old man?” asked Winters. “Getting rid of Space Cadets is a pretty tricky job.”

  “Tomorrow I’ll assign the cadets to work with the professor again. That jerk, Manning, has a sharp tongue. I’ll set up something that will get them into an argument in the presence of some of the colonists. When Sykes disappears right after that, we’ll have witnesses to prove that Manning was gunning for the old man!”

  “But how do you know that Manning will get mad enough?” asked Bush.

  Vidac smiled. “I know Manning. And besides, I know what I’m going to do, to make Manning blast his tubes!”

  CHAPTER 13

  The first real community problem came when it was learned that the entire supply of school study spools were lost in the crashed ships. There was talk among the colonists of sending a ship back to Earth at once for replacements, but Vidac stepped in and took over. He called a meeting with the three Space Cadets, Jeff Marshall
, and Professor Sykes, and told them of his plan.

  “I want you to make new study spools on every subject you can remember,” Vidac ordered. “Simple arithmetic, spelling, geography, celestial studies, physics, in fact, everything that you learned in prep school—and before that.”

  “That may be all right for boys,” grumbled Professor Sykes, still smarting under the refusal of his violent protest at being taken from his uranium studies and placed in charge of the school problem. “But what about the girls? There are quite a few of them and they need special consideration.”

  “What kind of consideration?” asked Vidac.

  “Well, whatever it is a girl has to know. Sew, cook, keep house, take care of children and—and—” The professor sputtered, hesitated, and concluded lamely, “A—a lot of things!”

  Vidac smiled. “Very well. I’ll speak to a few of the mothers and see if I can’t get you some assistance. In the meantime, I want you, Corbett, Manning, Astro, and Marshall to do what you can about beginning the children’s schooling.”

  “All right,” snorted Sykes, “but I can think of better ways to spend the next two or three weeks.”

  “And one more thing, Professor,” continued Vidac. “I want it clearly understood that you are responsible for the cadets. For what they do, or don’t do!”

  The faces of the three cadets began to flush under the sarcasm.

  “And I want you to pay particular attention to Manning,” Vidac went on. “He seems to have the biggest mouth in the unit.”

  “Well, he’d better watch his step with me or he’ll find himself in a space hurricane!” Sykes said gruffly.

  Vidac turned to Roger, but the blond-haired cadet was staring down at his boots. Vidac suppressed a smile. A few days under the whiplash tongue of Sykes, who would be anxious to finish the project and return to his own studies, and Manning would either buckle or flare up in open revolt. The lieutenant governor considered the possibilities and nodded in satisfaction.

  “That’s all, Professor Sykes,” he said, rising and then turning to the cadets. “And I’d advise you boys to give the professor all the aid you can.”

  “Yes, sir,” said Tom. “We understand. We’ll do our best.”

  “Dismissed,” said Vidac.

  The three cadets and Marshall saluted sharply and filed out of the room. But Professor Sykes hesitated and turned to Vidac.

  “I’d like to speak to you a moment about the—ah—”

  “That’s been taken care of, Professor,” replied Vidac. “Nothing to worry about.”

  “Has the complete report been sent back?” asked Sykes.

  “I said it had been taken care of,” answered Vidac coolly. “That’s all you have to know! Dismissed!”

  Sykes hesitated, nodded, and finally followed the cadets from the room.

  Vidac turned and flipped on the intercom. “I want Ed Bush in here and I want him fast!” he barked. Then, swinging his chair around, he gazed out the window. He could see the entire city of Roald spread out before him and the sight filled him with pleasure. With the ownership of the uranium deposit and full control of the colony, mastery of the entire satellite and possibly the star system itself was only one short step away.

  The door opened and Ed Bush hurried breathlessly into the room. “You sent for me, boss?” he asked.

  Vidac swung around to face his lieutenant. “How much do you know about electronics and astrophysics?” he snapped.

  “Why, as much as the average guy, I guess,” answered Bush.

  “Well, you’re going to learn more,” said Vidac. He began to outline his plan quickly. “I want you to hang around Sykes and the cadets on this new education project. They’re going to make study spools for the colony kids. Manning will be in charge of electronics and astrophysics. Now here’s what I want you to do.…”

  While the lieutenant governor was outlining his plan to his henchman, the three cadets were entering their new quarters on the lower floor of the Administration Building.

  “Can you imagine that guy?” asked Astro. “Picking on Roger in front of Professor Sykes? He as good as told the professor to give Roger a hard time!”

  As the big Venusian slammed one hamlike fist into the other, Tom nudged him in the ribs and then turned to Roger with a smile.

  “Don’t worry about it, Roger,” said Tom. “We’ve got a job to do. Getting the school system going here on Roald is important, and whether you like him or not, Professor Sykes is the best man to handle it.”

  “I realize that, Tom,” said Roger. “But I don’t know how long I can—”

  Jeff Marshall suddenly appeared in the doorway of their quarters. “Professor Sykes wants to see us right away, fellows,” he announced. “And watch your temper, Roger. Just do the best you can, and the professor will leave you alone.”

  “You said it,” agreed Tom. “Nothing in the universe talks as loudly as hard work. Let’s all show him.”

  The three cadets followed the enlisted spaceman out of the room and headed toward Sykes’s quarters. Tom’s thoughts were confused. He wasn’t sure of his feelings any more. So much had happened since their departure from Space Academy. Then, suddenly, he realized that he hadn’t sent his second report to Captain Strong. He wasn’t even sure whether his first report had gotten through. He turned to Astro and remarked casually, “I wonder what Captain Strong is doing right now?”

  “I don’t know,” replied Astro. “But I sure wish he was here!”

  “Say it again, spaceboy,” growled Roger. “Say it again!”

  At that moment over fifty-five billion miles away, in his office high in the Tower of Galileo, Commander Walters was talking with Captain Steve Strong and Dr. Joan Dale. The stern-faced, gray-haired commander of Space Academy frowned as he read a report Joan Dale had just given him.

  “Are you sure of this, Joan?” he asked.

  “I’m positive, Commander,” replied the beautiful young doctor of astrophysics. “The tests are conclusive. There is uranium on Roald!”

  “But I don’t understand why it wasn’t discovered before this?” mused Strong. “It’s been nearly a year since the first exploratory expedition out to Roald.”

  “Samplings of the soil of Roald were taken from all sections of the satellite, Steve,” replied Joan. “On-the-spot tests were made by the scientists of course, but there were no indications of uranium then. But cadets majoring in planetary geology tested the soil samples as part of their training. Several of them reported uranium findings. And I checked all their examinations carefully, besides making further tests of my own. That report is the result.” She indicated the paper on Walters’ desk.

  “But you say the deposit is probably a large one,” Walters protested. “How could it have been missed?”

  “Not necessarily large, sir,” said Joan, “but certainly of the purest quality.”

  Walters looked up at Strong. “Well, Steve?”

  “Joan told me about it, sir,” said Strong. “And since an investigation is probably the next step, I came over, hoping you’d let me go along.” He paused and looked at Joan.

  “Steve would also like to see his crew of Space Cadets.” Joan smiled. “He hasn’t received a report from them yet, and I think he’s worried they might be involved in some mischief!”

  “No report, eh?” asked Walters.

  “No, sir,” replied Steve. “I thought one would be waiting for me when I got back from Pluto. But there wasn’t any.”

  “Ummmh!” mused Walters. He looked at his calendar. “About time for them to send in a second report too. Tell you what, Steve. They might be having a tough time setting up things out there on Roald. Suppose you get things organized to investigate the uranium report. And if no word comes in from the cadets by the end of the week, then you can blast off.”

  “Thank you, sir,” said Strong. “Will you excuse me, sir? I’d like to get to work right away.”

  At Walters’ nod, Strong saluted briskly and left the office. Walters
turned to Joan.

  “You know, I don’t think he’s half as interested in finding a big uranium deposit as he is in seeing those boys!”

  * * * *

  In four separate soundproof cubicles in a small office in the Administration Building on Roald, the three space cadets and Jeff Marshall racked their brains to remember simple equations and formulas, knowledge learned years ago but long-since forgotten, for the more complicated subjects of space, time, and rocket travel. Now, trying to recall simple arithmetic and other elementary studies, the cadets and Marshall worked eighteen hours a day. Speaking directly into soundscribers and filling what seemed to be miles of audio tape, the four spacemen attempted to build a comprehensive library of a hundred carefully selected subjects for the children of Roald. Professor Sykes listened to the study spools as they were completed. He listened carefully, reviewed their work, edited it, and made notes for follow-up comment. Then, at the end of the day, he would hold a final meeting with them, outline what he wanted the next day, and reject spools that he felt were not satisfactory. For older children’s studies, the three cadets and Jeff had divided their work into four classifications. Roger covered electronics, astrophysics, astrogation, and allied fields. Astro took charge of rockets, missiles, power machinery, and applied uses of atomic energy. Jeff’s work was biological, bacteriological, mineralogical, and geological. Tom covered social studies, government, economy, and history.

  Resting as comfortably as possible, each of the four spacemen would sit and think. And when he had gone as far back as he could in his memory of formal education and acquired knowledge, he would begin to talk into the soundscriber. Of all the spools, Tom’s were edited the least. And Professor Sykes had unbent enough to compliment the curly-haired cadet for his lucid thinking and acute memory. Astro’s work needed the most editing. The giant Venusian found it difficult to explain what he did when he repaired atomic power plants, or how he could look at a piece of machinery and know instinctively when it was out of order. He worked twice as hard as the others, simply because Sykes made him do everything over.