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barricade. The flame had cleared of the wasteful smoke and was almost
transparent, save for occasional sparks. He could actually see trees and
ground through the jet of flame. The images shimmered and shook but the
exhaust gases were smoke-free.
тАЮWhat does the dynamometer read?тАЬ he shouted to Morrie without taking his
eyes away from the periscope. Morrie studied the instrument, rigged to the
test stand itself, by means of a pair of opera glasses and his own periscope.
тАЮI canтАЩt read it!тАЬ he shouted. тАЮYes, I canтАФwait a minute. Fifty-twoтАФno, make
it a hundred and fifty-two; itтАЩs second time around. Hunderfiftytwo, fifтАЩthree,
four. Ross, youтАЩve done it! YouтАЩve done it! ThatтАЩs more than twice as much
thrust as the best weтАЩve ever had.тАЬ
Art looked up from where he was nursing his motion-picture camera. It was a
commercial 8-millimeter job, modified by him to permit the use of more film so
that every second of a test could be recorded. The modification worked, but
was cantankerous and had to be nursed along. тАЮHow much more time?,тАЬ he
demanded.
тАЮSeventeen seconds,тАЬ Ross yelled at him. тАЮStand by, IтАЩm going to give her the
works.тАЬ He twisted his throttle-monitor valve to the right, wide open. The
rocket responded by raising its voice from a deepthroated roar to a higher
pitch with an angry overtone almost out of the audible range. It spoke with
snarling menace.
Ross looked up to see Morrie back away from his periscope and climb on a
box, opera glasses in hand.
тАЮMorrie-get your head down!тАЬ The boy did not hear him against the scream of
the jet, intent as he was on getting a better view of the rocket. Ross jumped
away from the controls and dived at him, tackling him around the waist and
dragging him down behind the safety of the barricade. They hit the ground
together rather heavily and struggled there. It was not a real fight; Ross was
angry, though not fighting mad, while Morrie was merely surprised.
тАЮWhatтАЩs the idea ?,тАЬ he protested, when he caught his breath.
тАЮYou crazy idiot!,тАЬ Ross grunted in his ear. тАЮWhat were you trying to do? Get
your head blown off?тАЬ
тАЮBut I wasnтАЩt-тАЮ But Ross was already clambering to his feet and returning to
his place at the controls; MorrieтАЩs explanation, if any, was lost in the roar of
the rocket.
тАЮWhat goes on ?тАЬ Art yelled. He had not left his place by his beloved camera,
not only from a sense of duty but at least partly from indecision as to which
side of the battle he should join. Ross heard his shout and turned to speak.
тАЮThis goon,тАЬ he yelled bitterly, jerking a thumb at Morrie, тАЮtried to-тАЮ
RossтАЩs version of the incident was lost; the snarling voice of the rocket
suddenly changed pitch, then lost itself in a boneshaking explosion. At the
same time there was a dazzling flash which would have blinded the boys had
they not been protected by the barricade, but which nevertheless picked out
every detail of the clearing in the trees with brilliance that numbed the eyes.
They were still blinking at the memory of the ghastly light when billowing
clouds of smoke welled up from beyond the barricade, surrounded them, and
made them cough.
тАЮWell,тАЬ Ross said bitterly and looked directly at Morrie, тАЮthatтАЩs the last of the
Starstrack V.тАЬ
тАЮLook, Ross,тАЬ Morrie protested, his voice sounding shrill in the strange new