"A blasted lot we can do about it," Roger growled.
"I've got a plan that might work," said Tom half-heartedly. "It's about the only thing I can think of, unless Connel and Astro have a better idea."
"What is it? Whatever it is, it's better than sitting here like a dead duck, waiting for that rat to come in and finish us off!" said Roger. "Look, I've just got to see what he's doing out there." He flipped on the scanner switch and while he waited for the set to warm up he turned back to Tom. "What's your idea?"
"Well," began Tom, "the only thing we've got on board that we can use to fight back with are those projectiles."
"How can we fight with projectiles?" demanded Roger. "They don't carry warheads!"
"No," agreed Tom. "But they're big and heavy. They pack a wallop if they hit anything."
Roger's eyes brightened suddenly. "Say, I think—"
The scanner began to beep and Roger turned his attention to the screen. Tom leaned over his shoulder and watched eagerly. They both saw Devers' ship flying in a slow circle around them.
"Probably looking to see which would be the best way to let us have it!" snarled Roger.
At that moment Major Connel climbed into the radar bridge, followed by Astro.