"There he is!"
Roger's voice rose to a triumphant shout on the intercom. "Put the brakes on this wagon!"
"Check!" retorted Astro from the power deck, his fingers flying over the switches of the control panel and bringing the ship to a sudden blasting stop.
On the control deck, Tom turned to Professor Hemmingwell. "I'm going outside to get Major Connel, sir," he said. "Do you think you'll be all right?"
The old man nodded absently, still dazed by the sudden turn of events. Tom hurried past him and met Roger coming down from the radar bridge. "I'm going too!" the blond-haired cadet announced.
"You tell Astro?"
"Yeah. He's got Barret locked in the power-deck storeroom and he'll take over the control deck. Wonder if they have a jet boat aboard?"
"I doubt it. Not on a test flight."
"We'll have to hurry," said Roger as they reached the air lock and began to scramble into space suits.
"Yes," replied Tom. "He probably doesn't have much oxygen."