Rip Foster Rides the Gray PlanetGoodwin, Harold L. (Harold Leland)
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Rip Foster Rides the Gray Planet
Goodwin, Harold L. (Harold Leland)
Science fiction; Space flight -- Juvenile fiction
"You don’t know," the cruiser answered. "You must take our word for it.
But if you surrender, we have no reason to wish you harm."
Rip remained silent. The seconds ticked past until the commander snapped,
"Quickly! You have no more time."
"Sir," Rip said plaintively, "two of my men do not wish to surrender."
"Shoot them, fool! Are you in command or not?"
Rip grinned. He made his voice whine. "But sir, it is against the law of
the Federation to shoot men without a trial."
The commander lapsed into his own language, caught himself, then barked,
"You are no longer under Federation law. You are under the Consolidation
of People’s Governments. Do you surrender or not? Answer at once, or we
take action anyway. Quick!"
Rip knew he could stall no longer. He said coolly, "If you had brains in
your head instead of high vacuum, you’d know that Planeteers never
surrender. Blast away, you filthy space pirate!"
He jerked the plug loose, hesitated for a second over whether or not to
take the snapper-boat, and decided against it. He wasn’t familiar with
Connie controls and there wasn’t time to experiment. He headed for the
cave as fast as he could glide.
The Connie cruiser lost no time. Its stern tubes flamed, then its steering
tubes. It was going to drive directly at the asteroid without making a
long run! Rip estimated quickly and realized that the Connie would get to
the asteroid at the same time that he reached the cave—if he made it.
He speeded up as fast as he dared. With little gravity on the asteroid, he
couldn’t fall, but a false step could lift him into space and make him
lose time while he got out an air bottle to propel him down again. The
thought gave him an idea. Without slowing he took two bottles from his
belt, turned them so the openings were to his rear, and squeezed the
release valves.
The Connie was gaining speed, blasting straight toward him. Rip sped
forward, and crossed to the sun side, intent on the cave entrance, but no
longer sure he would make it. The Connie’s nose tube shot a cylinder of
flame forward, reaching for the asteroid. He saw the fire lick downward
and sweep toward him with appalling speed as he put everything he had in a
frantic dive for the cave entrance. The flaming rocket exhaust seemed to
snatch at him as a dozen hands pulled him to safety, then beat the sparks
from his suit.
He was safe. He leaned against Koa, his heart thumping wildly. For a
moment or two he couldn’t speak, then he managed, "Thanks."
Koa spoke for the Planeteers. "We’re the ones to say thanks, sir. If you
hadn’t thought of stalling the cruiser, and if you hadn’t stayed behind to
give us time, we’d have some casualties, and so would the Connies we
captured."
"There wasn’t anything else I could do," Rip replied. "Come on, Koa. Let’s
see what the cruiser is doing."
They stepped outside. The metal was already cold again. Things didn’t stay
hot in the vacuum of space.
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