The oldster said, "Can you spot Bee-for-Busy when you see it?"
Matt shook his head. "No, sir. This is my first trip to Terra Station."
"It is? And I let you pilot! Well, there it is, ahead-third platform down. Better start braking."
"Aye aye, sir." The scooter was passing along the side of the Station and about a hundred yards out, at the speed of a brisk walk. Matt let Bee-for-Busy approach for a few moments more, then gave a short, experimental blast. It did not seem to slow them much; he gave a somewhat longer blast.
A few minutes later he had the scooter almost dead in space and practically abreast their contact point. He looked inquiringly at the pilot. "I've seen worse," the oldster grunted. "Tell them to bring us in."
"Randolph number three-ready for contact," Matt reported, via radio.
"We see you," the girl's voice answered. "Stand by for a line."
A line, shot by a gun, came sailing out in perfectly flat trajectory and passed through a metal loop sticking out from the scooter. "I relieve you, sir," the pilot told Matt. "Shinny out there and make that line fast."
A few minutes later the scooter was secured to platform Bee-for-Busy and the cadets were filing into the platform's airlock. Matt located Oscar and Tex in the suiting room and they undressed together. "What did you think of that contact?" Matt said to them, with studied casualness.
"All right, I guess," answered Tex. "What about it?" .