"You and Astro go take a walk, Corbett," said Roger with a grin. "I'll select our quarters!"
"You mean," asked the girl, a little flustered, "you want to look at all the slides?"
"Sure thing, Lovely!" said Roger with a lazy smile.
"But—but that would take three hours!"
"Exactly my idea!" said Roger.
"Just give us a nice room, Miss," said Tom, cutting in. "And please excuse Manning. He's so smart, he gets a little dizzy now and then. Have to take him over to a corner and revive him." He glanced at Astro, who picked Roger up in his arms and walked away with him as though he were a baby.
"Come on, you space Romeo!" said Astro.
"Hey—ouch—hey—lemme go, ya big ape. You're killing your best friend!" Roger twisted around in Astro's viselike grasp, to no avail.
"Space fever," explained Tom. "He'll be O.K. soon."
"I think I understand," said the girl with a nervous smile.