“Excuse me, sir,” interrupted the executive officer, “but should we make another trial run?”
“Are you sure the bank is in working order?”
“Positive, sir!”
“Then we’d better make straight for that base. If this boy here is a fair example of what they have down there, their defenses may be too tough for us to crack if we give them a chance to get set up!”
Kurt gave a slight start which he quickly controlled. Then he had guessed right! Slowly and casually he began to sidle toward the semicircular bank of controls that stood before the great tracking screen.
“Where do you think you’re going!” barked Krogson.
Kurt froze. His pulses were pounding within him, but he kept his voice light and casual.
“No place,” he said innocently.
“Get over against the bulkhead and keep out of the way!” snapped the commander. “We’ve got a job of work coming up.”
Kurt injected a note of bewilderment into his voice.