He fired twice
and the two men rose shakily to their feet. Connel faced them, his eyes
burning.
"I'm going to say very little to you two space-crawling rats!" snapped
Connel. "I'm not going to lock you in the brig; I'm not going to confine
you in any manner. But if you make one false move, I'll court-martial
you right here and now! You've caused enough trouble with your
selfishness, jeopardizing the lives of six men. If we fail to get off
this satellite, it'll be because _you_ put us in this position. Now get
below and see what aid you can give Astro. And if either of you so much
as raises your voice, I'm going to let _him_ take care of you! Is that
clear?"
"Yes, sir!" mumbled Loring. "We understand, sir. And we'll do everything
we can to--to--make up for what we've done."
"The only thing you can do is to stay out of my sight!" said Connel
coldly.
Loring and Mason scuttled past Connel and climbed down to the power
deck.
"Attention! Attention! Control deck--Major Connel! Sir, this is Roger on
the radar bridge. I just checked over Tom's figures on thrust, sir, and
I'm not sure, but I think we've passed the point of safety.
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