"Carey Rockwell - Tom Corbett Space Cadet 07 - Sabotage in Space" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rockwell Carey)

don't we?" he declared. "If one's gonna get into trouble, we all should."
"Let's go," urged Tom in a sharp whisper, and they all raced silently
toward the slidestairs.
Seconds later, the three cadets of the Polaris unit were down in the main
hallway of the dormitory building, tiptoeing toward the front portal. Pausing
only to look into the O.D.'s office to make sure the officer wouldn't spot them,
they reached the portal and ducked out. Pausing again to scan the immediate
area for any watch officers, they darted across the slidewalk and into the
shadows of the shrubbery.
Quickly and soundlessly, they raced across the green lawn of the
quadrangle toward the dormitory where the Capella unit was quartered. Once
they sprawled headlong on the turf and lay still as a watch officer suddenly
appeared out of the darkness at the base of the Tower of Galileo. But he
walked past without seeing them and they continued on across the
quadrangle.
Reaching another clump of shrubbery right opposite the Capella unit's
dormitory, the boys stopped and discussed their final move.
"This is getting ridiculous," whispered Roger. "I shouldn't have let you two
come with me. But I'm going the rest of the way myself."
"We came this far, Roger," asserted Tom. "We'll go the rest of the way
and help you explain."
"And you've got a space-blasting lot to explain."
The three cadets whirled as a familiar voice snarled out of the darkness
behind them. They saw three figures, all in cadet uniforms, wearing the
insigne of the Capella unit. In the forefront was Tony Richards scowling
angrily.
"Tony!" gasped Tom. "What are you doing out here?"
"We were on our way over to your dorm, Corbett," growled Tony
Richards. "We saw you three sneaking across the quadrangle."
"Coming to pay us a visit, fellas?" asked Roger blandly.
"You know blasted well why we were coming," snapped McAvoy, the
second member of the Capella crew.
Davison, the third member of the unit, stepped forward. "Give us back our
study spools," he demanded.
"Take it easy," said Tom in a calm voice. "We were bringing them back to
you."
"I'll bet," snapped McAvoy.
"Relax," growled Astro. "Tom said we were returning them. We admit it
was a dirty trick, but you haven't lost much time. Half an hour maybe."
"Don't try to cover for Manning, Astro," said Tony heatedly. "It's a shame
you two guys are stuck with a bad rocket like Manning in your unit."
"Bad rocket!" exclaimed Roger.
"Now, wait a minute, Tony," Tom said, advancing toward the broad-
shouldered cadet. "We are returning the spools, and we apologize for yanking
them from the Earthworm. But that doesn't mean we'll listen to that kind of talk
about Roger."
"He stole them, didn't he?" retorted Davison.
Roger stepped forward. "Davy, my boy," he said in a low controlled tone,
"I don't like that remark. I've got a notion to make you eat that word."
"I don't think you can, Manning," replied the angry cadet.