Then Garry breathed easily. He saw that it was only Patch, who occupied the bunk next to his. “Hey, Garry, where are you going?” Patch asked interestedly. Patch was short and towheaded. He was Garry’s best friend, and so Garry did not mind telling him. “I’m going to the spaceport and watch the _Orion_ blast off for the Von Braun Space Station. Want to go?” “Sure thing!” Patch said. “You’ll have to take the same chance that I do,” Garry reminded him. “That’s okay by me.” Patch grinned. “If we do get caught, we’ll just be restricted to the grounds for two weeks. That won’t keep us out of the science lab where we spend a lot of time anyhow.” It was a warm April night. The sky was thick with stars as bright as diamond dust. “I’d give anything to be out there in the deeps among the planets,” Garry said, as they hurried across the newly sprouting lawn of the orphanage a few minutes later. “The life of a spaceman must be the most exciting thing in the world.” “Yeah,” Patch agreed. “But I guess we’ll never make it, Garry, at least not for many years. And they say you sure have to know science and navigation. That takes a lot of study.” “I wouldn’t care what it takes,” Garry said. “I’d be willing to study for as long as it would take, because the reward would be worth the effort.” Their rapid steps took them onto one of the main streets of the city where moving sidewalks, called “Ped-A-Rides,” were operating. The sidewalk was a continuous belt, about six feet wide, and there were benches located at intervals upon it where the pedestrians could sit. A railing was on both sides of the Ped-A-Ride, but at intervals of about half a block there were gates where pedestrians could enter. Patch and Garry went to the nearest gate, and Garry pulled the lever which slowed the sidewalk down so that they could board it. When Garry had deposited their fare in the meter, a bar slid away so that they could enter. It was about 2230 o’clock, an hour and a half before midnight, and not many people were on the Ped-A-Ride. The boys took seats, and the sidewalk carried them along into the night. As the Ped-A-Ride topped the crest of a hill, Garry pointed into the distance. “There she is, Patch—the _Orion_, smoking and straining like a race horse, just as if she can’t wait to get going!” “She sure is a beauty,” Patch agreed. “The earth-bound ships are a whole lot trimmer and better looking than the ships that never touch down.” “The earth-bound ships have to be streamlined so that they can slide smoothly through the earth’s atmosphere,” Garry said, “but the ships that remain in space look like a bunch of globes and girders, because they never meet the friction of any planet’s atmosphere and they don’t need the sturdiness and rocket power.” Patch laughed. “You sound like one of our schoolbooks, Garry,” he said.