"That was a beautiful shot, Roger," said Tom. "Perfectly timed!"
"Yeah, hot-shot," agreed Astro, "I'm glad to see that big head of yours is good for something!"
"Listen, fellas," said Roger eagerly, ignoring Astro, "to go into the finals against Richards and the Capella unit, we've got to beat the Arcturus crew, right?"
"Yeah," agreed Tom, "and it won't be easy. We just happened to get the breaks."
"Then why don't we put the game on ice?" said Roger. "Freeze the ball! We got 'em one to nothing, that's enough to beat them. When the whistle blows and it's over, we win!"
Astro looked at Tom, who frowned and replied, "But we've still got three periods left, Roger. It isn't fair to freeze this early in the game. If it was the last minute or so, sure. But not so early. It just isn't fair."
"What do you want to do?" snarled Roger. "Win, or play fair?"
"Win, of course, but I want to win the right way," said Tom.
"How about you, Astro?" asked Roger.
"I feel the same way that Tom does," said the big cadet. "We can beat these guys easily—and on the square."