"I've been thinking about Manning," said Brett.
"What about him?"
"Suppose we move the stuff we've already mined to the hide-out, and take this equipment along too. He can repair it out there. We can turn off the oxygen that we're sucking off from the Solar Guard pumps, and by the time we get back here, the old satellite will be back to normal. Then, with the equipment repaired and Olympia back to normal, we can really begin operations."
Quent nodded quickly. "Good idea. Come on. Let's get this stuff aboard the ship."
On the balcony Tom and Astro looked at each other.
"They're responsible for what's happened here on Titan!" whispered Tom. "They have been sucking off oxygen from the main pumps supporting the force field."
"Come on, Tom," growled Astro. "My fist is just itching to make contact with a couple of no-good chins."
"Not so fast! We still don't know where they've got Roger."
"You want to keep on following them?" asked Astro.
"At least to their ship," Tom replied. "Then we can notify Captain Strong and he can track them in the Polaris. If we barge in on them now, we'll just get the satisfaction of knocking their heads together with no guarantee of any information." The young cadet turned to the door. "We'll sneak up the tunnel a way and then follow them out."