"Physics?" asked the deputy. "What's that got to do with it?"
"Plenty! I have information here in this journal that will prove what I just said! Read it for yourself. It's in the professor's own handwriting."
"I can read it," said a small man in front of Strong. "Gimme that thing!" Strong handed him the black book and told the man where to look. The man considered it for five minutes, then turned to the crowd. "He's right! We're sitting on the hottest uranium rock in this galaxy!"
"Where is it?" cried someone from the crowd. "Tell us where the uranium is!"
The mob of men, forgetting all about the cadets, were now seized with the greed for riches. Strong took the journal back and tucked it under his arm.
"I'll tell you where it is," said Strong, "when we put Vidac where he belongs! Behind bars!"
"What are we waiting for?" cried the colonists. "Let's get that murdering space crawler!"
The deputy pushed his way through the crowd and raced for his car. Others followed and once more the Plaza echoed to the roar of jets.
Strong turned to Jeff. "You'll find Winters up in Vidac's quarters. I had to freeze him." He handed over the paralo-ray gun. "Get him and follow us to the spaceport. Tell him we know everything, and if he doesn't talk, he'll get life on a prison rock."
"Right," said Jeff. "I'll get a confession out of him if I have to wring his neck—and I'll get it on a soundscriber!"