Report to me back aboard the ship in
exactly two hours. Dismissed."
Tom saluted, and Connel disappeared toward the exit port.
"Well, _spaceman_," Roger drawled casually from behind, "it looks like
you've got yourself in solid with the old man!"
Tom smiled. "With a guy like that, Roger, you're never in solid. Maybe I
did get a pat on the back, but you didn't hear him cancel any of those
demerits he gave me for not signing the logbook after that last watch,
did you?"
"Let's get some chow," growled Astro, who came hustling through the
hatch. "I'm half starved. By the craters of Luna, how many times can you
change course in five minutes?"
Astro referred to the countless times Tom had had to call for
fraction-degree course changes in their approach to the gaping entrance
port.
Tom laughed. "With Connel on the bridge, you're lucky I didn't give you
twice as many," he replied. "Can you imagine what would have happened if
we had missed and hit the station?"
"Brrrrrr!" shuddered Roger. "I hate to think about it. Come on. Let's
rustle up some grub for the Venusian. I could use some myself."
The three boys quickly changed to their dress blue cadet uniforms and
left the ship.
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