He weighs one hundred and fifty-eight pounds. Make balance
adjustments accordingly...."
Tom's head was spinning. It was all too much for one young cadet to
absorb on such short notice.
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CHAPTER 6
"There goes the jet liner to Mars," said Al Mason wistfully. "Sure wish
we wuz on her." His eyes followed the beautiful slim passenger ship just
blasting off from Venus.
"Why?" demanded Loring.
"Anything to get away from Venusport. What a stinking hole!" snorted the
shorter of the two spacemen.
"For what we want to do," said Loring, "there ain't another city in the
system that's got the advantages this place has!"
"Don't talk to me about advantages," whined Mason. "Be darned if I can
see any. All we been doing is hang around the spaceport, talk to the
spacemen, and watch the ships blast off. Maybe you're up to something
but I'm blasted if I see what it can be."
"I've been looking for the right break to come along."
"What kind of break?" growled Mason.
"That kind," said Loring. He pointed to a distant figure emerging from a
space freighter. "There's our answer!" said Loring, a note of triumph in
his voice.
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