"Astro, did you hear?" asked Tom softly.
"Yeah," mumbled Astro in a small, choked voice. "Just don't ask me to
turn around."
CHAPTER 12
"How much longer before we reach the atmosphere of Tara, Manning?" asked
Loring.
Roger bent over the chart table and quickly measured the distance
between his present position and that of Tara.
"About two hours," he said, straightening up.
"Good!" said Loring. "Let me know soon as we get close."
"O.K.," replied the cadet.
"Hey, radar deck!" Mason's voice came over the intercom from the power
deck of the _Space Devil_. "Don't forget to let me know when I have to
cut down on thrust!"
"Take it easy, spaceboy," snapped Roger. "You'll know in plenty of
time!" He turned back to the radar scanner and continued the
never-ending sweep of space ahead.
After a week of checking and reconditioning the _Space Devil_ in the
wild Venusian jungles, Roger had become more and more disgusted with
himself. Being a wanted spaceman had had its disadvantages on Spaceman's
Row, but working in the steaming jungles, fighting deadly reptiles and
insects, with Loring and Mason on his neck every minute had soured his
appetite for adventure.
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