"Yes, sir. We were standing there at the ticket counter when they called for their tickets."
"Do you think you'd recognize them again?"
"I'll say!" asserted Tom. "And I'm sure Astro and Roger would, too. We were so mad, we could have blasted them on the spot."
Connel turned to the intercom and shouted, "Manning, haven't you got that circuit through yet?"
"Working on it, sir." Roger's voice was smooth and unruffled over the intercom. "I'm in contact with the commander's ship now. They're calling him to the radar bridge now."
Tom suddenly jumped out of his seat as though stung. "Say! I saw one of the fellows again too!"
Connel whirled quickly to face the young cadet. "Where?" he demanded. "Where did you see him?"
"I—I'm trying to remember." Tom began pacing the deck, snapping his fingers impatiently. "It was sometime during the past few days—I know it was!"
"In Venusport?" demanded Connel, following Tom around the deck.