Tom and Roger agreed.
"All right," said Astro, "let's go—and spaceman's luck!"
CHAPTER 7
"What can I do for you, Officer?"
Connel heaved his bulk out of the jet launch and looked hard at the man standing in front of him. "You Rex Sinclair?"
Sinclair nodded. "That's right."
Connel offered his hand. "Major Connel, Solar Guard."
"Glad to meet you," replied the planter, gripping the spaceman's hand. "Have something to cool you off."