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Rubbing his knuckles and feeling better than he had felt for days, he
started back to the radar bridge. As he neared Major Connel's quarters,
he heard Connel's voice. He stopped and listened outside the door.
"It's a beautiful job of calculation, Tom," Connel was saying. "I don't
see how you and Higgins could have done it in so short a time. And
without an electronic computer to aid you. Beautiful job--really
excellent--but I'm afraid it's too risky."
"I've already talked to Astro and Mr. Shinny, sir," said Tom, "and
they've volunteered. I haven't spoken to Roger yet, but I'm sure he'd
be willing to try."
Roger stepped through the door.
"Whatever it is," said Roger, "I'm ready."
"Eavesdropping on your commanding officer," said Connel, eying the
blond-headed cadet speculatively, "is a very serious offense."
"I just happened to hear my name mentioned, sir," replied Roger with a
smile.
Connel turned back to Tom. "Go over that again, Tom."
"Well, sir," said Tom, "Junior's falling into the sun at a speed of
twenty-two miles a second right now. But we could still land a jet boat
on Junior, set up more nuclear explosions to blast him out of the sun's
grip, and send him on his way to our solar system.
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