CHAPTER 19

"Ready?" asked Connel.

"All set, sir," replied Tom.

"Remember, we'll open up in exactly five minutes and we'll continue to

attack for another seven minutes. That's all the time you have to get

inside, find Roger, and get out again."

"I understand, sir," replied Tom.

"Move out," said Connel, "and spaceman's luck!"

With a last quick glance at Astro who gave him a reassuring nod, Tom

dropped to his knees and crawled out from behind their hidden position.

Dropping flat on his stomach, he inched forward toward the

administration building. All around him ray guns and blasters were

firing with regularity as the columns of Marines advanced from all sides

of the canyon toward the center, mopping up everything in front of them.

The roof of the administration building seemed a solid sheet of fire as

the Nationalist leaders fought back desperately.

He reached the side of the building that was windowless, and scrambled

toward the back door without interference. There he saw five green-clad

men, crouched behind sandbags, protecting the rear entrance. Glancing at

his watch he saw the sweeping hand tick off the last few seconds of his

allotted time. At the exact instant it hit the five-minute mark, there

was a sudden burst of activity at the front of the building. Connel and

the Marine patrol had opened fire in a mock attack. The men guarding the

rear left their barricade and raced into the building to meet the new

assault.

Without a second's hesitation, Tom jumped toward the door. He reached

up, found it unlocked, and then with his ray gun ready, kicked the door

open. He rushed in and dived to the floor, ray gun in his hand, ready to

freeze anything or anyone in sight.

The hall was empty. In the front, the firing continued and the halls of

the building echoed loudly with the frantic commands of the defenders.

Gliding along the near wall, Tom moved slowly forward. Before him, a

door was ajar and he eased toward it. On tiptoe the curly-haired cadet

inched around the edge of the door and glanced inside. He saw a

Nationalist guard on his hands and knees loading empty shock rifles. Tom

quickly stepped inside and jammed his gun in the man's back. "Freeze!"

he said between his teeth.

The trooper tensed, then relaxed, and slowly raised his hands.

"Where's the sick bay?" demanded Tom.

"On the second floor, at the end of the hall."

"Is that where you're keeping Cadet Manning?" demanded Tom.

"Yes," replied the man. "He's--"

Tom fired before the trooper could finish. It was rough, but he knew he

had to act swiftly if he was to help Roger. The trooper was frozen in

his kneeling position, and Tom scooped up a loaded shock rifle before

slipping back into the hall. It was still empty. The firing outside

seemed to be increasing.

He located the stairs, and after a quick but careful check, started up,

heart pounding, guns ready. On the second floor he glanced up and down

the hall, and jumped back into the stair well quickly. Firing from an

open window, three troopers were between him and the only door at the

end of the hall. Not sure if Roger was in that room or not, Tom had to

make sure by looking. And the only way he could do that was to eliminate

the men in his way. He dropped to one knee and took careful aim with the

ray pistol. It would be tricky at such long range, but should the

paralo-ray fail, the cadet was prepared to use the shock rifle. He

fired, and for a breathless second waited for the effects of the ray on

the troopers. Then he saw the men go rigid and he smiled. Three hundred

feet with a ray pistol was very fancy shooting!

He raced for the door. As he entered the room, he saw a figure stretched

out on the floor. He stopped still, cold fear clutching at his heart.

"Roger!" he called. The blond-haired cadet didn't move. Tom jumped to

his unit mate's side and dropped to one knee beside him. It was dark in

the room and he couldn't see very well, but there was no need for light

when he felt Roger's pulse.

"Frozen, by the stars!" he exclaimed. He stepped back, flipped the

neutralizer switch on his ray gun, and fired a short burst. Almost

immediately Roger groaned, blinked his eyes, and sat up.

"Roger! Are you all right?" asked Tom.

"Yeah--sure. I'm O.K.," mumbled his unit mate. "Those dirty space rats.

They didn't know what to do with me when the Marines landed, so they

froze me. They were scared to kill me. Afraid of reprisals."

"They sure used their heads that time," said Tom with a grin. "How's

your back?"

"Fine. I just wrenched it a little. It's better now. But never mind me.

What's going on? Where's Astro and Major Connel? And how did you get

here?"

Tom gave him a quick run-down on everything that had happened,

concluding with, "Major Connel and Astro, with a patrol of Solar Guard

Marines, are outside now drawing the Nationalist fire. Time's running

out on us fast. Think you can walk?"

"Spaceboy," replied Roger, "to get out of this place I'd crawl on my

hands and knees!"

"Then come on!" Tom gave the shock rifle to his unit mate and stepped

back into the hall. It was quiet. Tom waved at Roger to follow and

slipped down the hall toward the stairs. Outside, the Marine patrol

continued firing, never letting up for a second. The two boys reached

the stairs and had started down when Tom grabbed Roger by the arm.

"There's someone moving around down there!"

They hugged the wall and held their breath. Tom glanced at his watch.

Only forty-five seconds to go before the Marines would stop firing and

retire. They had to get out of the building!

"We'll have to take a chance, Roger," murmured Tom. "We'll try to rush

them and fight our way out."

"Don't bother!" said a harsh voice behind them. The two cadets spun

around and looked back toward the second floor. Standing at the top of

the stairs, Rex Sinclair scowled down at them, ray guns in each hand,

leveled at the two cadets.

"By the craters of Luna!" cried Roger. "You!"

"That's one of the things I forgot to tell you, Roger," said Tom wryly.

"Sinclair belongs to this outfit too!"

"Belongs!" roared Roger. "Look at that white uniform he's wearing! This

yellow rat is Lactu, the head of the whole Nationalist movement!"

Tom gaped at the white-clad figure at the head of the stairs. "The

leader!" he gasped.

"Quite right, Corbett," replied Sinclair quietly. "And if it hadn't been

for three nosy cadets, I would have been the leader of the whole planet.

But it's finished now. All that is left for me is escape. And you two

are going to help me do just that!"

Roger suddenly dropped to one knee and leveled the blaster. But the

Nationalist leader was too quick. His paralo-ray crackled and Roger was

frozen solid.

"Why, you--!" roared Tom.

"Drop your gun, Corbett," warned Sinclair, "and take that blaster away

from him."

"I'll get you, Sinclair," said Tom through clenched teeth, "and when I

do--"

"Stop the talk and get busy!" snapped Sinclair.

Tom took the blaster out of Roger's paralyzed hands and dropped it on

the floor. Still holding one ray gun on Tom, Sinclair flipped on the

neutralizer of the other gun and released Roger again.

"Now get moving down those stairs!" ordered Sinclair. "One more funny

move out of either of you and I'll do more than just freeze you."

"What are you going to do with us?" asked Roger.

"As I said, you are going to help me escape. This time the Solar Guard

has won. But there are other planets, other people who need strong

leadership and who like to put on uniforms and play soldier. People will

always find reason to rebel against authority, and I will be there to

channel their frustrations into my own plans. Perhaps it will be Mars.

Or Ganymede. Or even Titan. Another name, another plan, and once again

the Solar Guard will have to fight me. Only next time, I assure you, it

is I who will win!"

"There won't be any next time," growled Roger. "You're washed up now.

This base is swarming with Marines. How do you think you're going to get

out of here?"

"You shall see, my friend. You shall see!"

Sinclair motioned them toward a door on the ground floor. "Open it!"

demanded Sinclair. Tom opened it and stepped inside. It was a cleaner's

closet, crammed with old-fashioned mops and pails and dirty rags.

Sinclair pushed Roger inside and was about to follow when several

green-clad guards came running down the hall toward them.

"Lactu! Lactu!" they shouted frantically. "They're pouring into the

base! The Solar Guard--they've got us surrounded!"

"Keep fighting!" snapped Sinclair. "Don't surrender! Inflict as much

damage as possible!"

"Where--where are you going?" asked one of the men, looking at the

closet speculatively.

"Never mind me!" barked Sinclair. "Do as I tell you. Fight back!"

"It looks like we're losing a leader," observed another of the men

slowly. "You wouldn't be running out on us, would you, Lactu?"

Sinclair fired three quick blasts from the ray guns, freezing the men

solid, and then turned back to Tom and Roger. "Stay in that closet and

do as I tell you."

Inside the closet, Sinclair kicked a pail out of the way and barked,

"Remove the loose plank in the floor and drop it on the floor."

Tom felt around until he found the loose board and lifted it up.

"What's down there?" asked Roger.

"You'll see," said Sinclair. "Now step back, both of you!"

Tom and Roger backed up and watched while Sinclair bent over the hole

in the floor. He felt around inside with one hand and appeared to turn

something. Suddenly the wall opposite the two cadets slid back to reveal

a narrow flight of stairs leading down. Sinclair motioned with his gun

again. "Get going, both of you."

Tom stepped forward, followed by Roger, and they started down the

stairs. At the bottom they found themselves in a narrow tunnel about

four hundred feet underground. The floor of the tunnel slanted downward

sharply.

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"At the end of this tunnel," announced Sinclair, "is a clearing and in

that clearing is a spaceship. It is nearly three miles from the canyon.

By the time the Solar Guard learns of my absence, we shall be lost in

space."

"We?" asked Tom. "You're taking us with you?"

"But of course," said Sinclair. "How else would I assure myself that

the Solar Guard will not harm me unless I take two of their most honored

Space Cadets with me?"

* * * * *

"It's been fifteen minutes," announced Connel, "and they haven't come

out yet. There's only one thing to do. Take that building and find out

what's happened."

The major was crouched behind a wrecked jet car, staring at the

administration building.

"I can get that Marine captain over to our left to co-ordinate an attack

with us, sir," suggested Astro.

"It's risky," said Connel. "They still have a lot of men in there. But

if we wait for another column to reach us, it might be too late. All

right, Astro, tell him we're attacking in ten minutes and ask him to

give us all the help he can."

"Yes, sir," replied Astro, and flopped to the ground to worm his way

toward the head of the Marine column on the left.

It took the cadet nearly five minutes to cover the hundred yards between

the two Solar Guard positions. Several times the firing became so heavy

that the cadet was forced to remain still on the ground while rifle and

ray-gun fire crackled over his head. He made it finally, several Marines

coming out to help him over the top of the barrier. Gasping for breath,

the big cadet asked to see the commanding officer.

A grimy, tired-looking officer turned and walked over to the cadet.

"Astro!"

"Captain Strong!"

"Where's Tom and Roger and Major Connel?" demanded Strong.

Astro told the captain of Tom's attempt to save Roger and that nothing

had been heard from him since. "Major Connel wants us to attack

together," Astro continued. "He's jumping off in four minutes!"

"Right!" snapped Strong. He turned to a young Solar Guard officer

waiting respectfully near by. "You take them in, Ferris. Full frontal

attack. Don't use blasters unless you have to. Take as many prisoners as

possible."

"Very well, sir," replied the lieutenant.

"I'll go back to the other position with Cadet Astro. Start your attack

as soon as you see Major Connel and his men go in."

"Got it, sir," said the lieutenant.

Strong and Astro made their way back to Connel's position quickly, and

after a brief but hearty handclasp, the two officers began plotting the

last assault against the Nationalists' stronghold. While other Marine

columns were wiping up small groups of rebels fighting from disabled

spaceships, repair shops, and other buildings, Strong's column had been

driving straight for the heart of the base. The administration building

was the last barrier between them and complete victory over the rebels.

Strong and Connel spoke briefly of Tom and Roger, neither wanting to

voice his inner fears in front of Astro. The Nationalists previously had

shown little regard for human life. Now, with their backs to the wall,

Connel and Strong knew that if Tom and Roger were captured, they might

be used as hostages to ensure safe passage for some of the rebels.

"Let's go," said Connel finally. "Tom and Roger will be expecting us."

He forced himself to grin at Astro, but the giant cadet turned and faced

the building grimly. Connel lifted his hand, took a last look up and

down the line of waiting Marines, then brought his hand down quickly.

"Over the top. Spaceman's luck!" he shouted.

The Marines vaulted over the top of their defense position and charged

madly toward the building, all guns blazing. The Nationalists returned

the fire, and for the first few seconds it seemed that the world had

suddenly gone mad. Strong found himself shouting, running, and firing in

a red haze. Astro was roaring at the top of his lungs, and Connel just

charged ahead blindly. Marines began to drop on all sides, cut down by

the withering fire. Then, when it appeared that they would have to fall

back, the main column, led by the Solar Guard lieutenant, broke through

the last barricade and swarmed into the building.

Five minutes later the battle was over. The last remnants of the

Nationalists had been defeated and the green-clad troopers were herded

into the streets like cattle. Strong and Connel, followed by Astro,

charged through the building like wild bulls searching for Tom and

Roger.

"No sign of them," said Strong finally. "They must have slipped out

somehow."

"No!" roared Connel. "They've been taken out of here as hostages. I'll

bet my life on that. There must be a secret way out of here!"

"Come on," said Strong. "Let's find it." Suddenly he stopped. "Look!

Those three troopers outside that door! They're frozen! Let's have a

look there first!"

They rushed over to the closet where the three Nationalists had been

frozen by Sinclair.

Strong stopped and gasped. "By the craters of Luna, it's Sharkey!"

"Sharkey? Who's that?" asked Astro.

"Supposed to be the leader of the Nationalists," said Connel.

Strong quickly released Sharkey from the paralo-ray effects and the man

shuddered so violently from the reaction that Astro had to grab him to

keep him from falling down.

"Where are Corbett and Manning?" demanded Connel.

"Lactu ... he took them both in there ... through a secret passageway."

Sharkey pointed to the closet with a trembling finger.

Strong jumped for the closet door and jerked it open. He saw the open

wall and the stairs leading down. "Come on! This way!"

Connel ran wildly into the closet, followed by Astro. Suddenly the big

cadet stopped, turned, and fired point-blank at the figurehead of the

Nationalist rebellion. Sharkey once again grew rigid.

The two Solar Guard officers raced down the stairs into the tunnel and

ran headlong through the darkness. Time was precious now. The lives of

Tom and Roger might be lost by a wasted second.

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