Sabotage in Space
CHAPTER 11
"Vroom-m-m!"
As the shattering blast of noise pounded against his eardrums, TomCorbett opened his eyes, blinked, and stared around him. By the dimlight from a small window in the wall over his head, he saw that he wasin some sort of metal enclosure. Suddenly the floor trembled and againthe shocking, shattering noises rang through his aching head. He triedto sit up but found that his hands were tied behind his back. The ropeswere so tight, his hands were almost completely numb. Slowly he clenchedhis fingers, then opened them again, repeating the process over and overagain while needlelike pains shot through his hands. Finally there wasfeeling in his fingers again and he struggled to a sitting position.
Again the metal enclosure vibrated and there was another thunderousblast. This time Tom recognized the sound.
"A jet!" exclaimed the cadet aloud. "I'm in the van of a jet truck."
When Tom tried to stand up, he found that his feet were bound. Again hewent through the slow, painful process of restoring circulation in hislegs and feet, gritting his teeth against the needles of pain. Finallyhe felt strong enough to push his back against the wall and inch his wayupright.
The noise around him continued. Again and again, he could hear theshattering explosions of the exhausts and the screaming whine of thejets. Looking around carefully for the first time, he saw that the vanwas empty except for a pile of heavy quilted rugs in one corner which heknew were used to protect and cushion cargo.
Hopping to the corner, he flopped down on the blankets and, one by one,he began dragging them out. There was nothing else in the van that wouldaid him in cutting the thick ropes around his wrists and he hoped tofind something under the heap.
Suddenly he felt something hard and boxlike under the last blanket andhe tore it off quickly.
He nearly screamed for joy when he recognized a heavy metal toolbox.Sitting on the floor of the van, he maneuvered the top open, then spunaround and hopefully looked inside. There was nothing in the box but adirty cloth, and Tom slumped back in bitter disappointment.
Suddenly the cadet became aware of the intense heat inside the van. Hewas sweating, and he found it difficult to breath. He inched over to theside of the huge truck and touched the metal paneling. It wasblisteringly hot.
"The New Sahara," he thought, a vision of the desolate sun-bakedwasteland of the Martian desert flashing through his mind.
He looked around again desperately. The only thing in the van that mightcut through the rope was the edge of the toolbox. He inched his way backto the box and began rubbing the rope across the edge of the box, but itwas too smooth.
Tom knew that he would have to roughen the edge of the box, so that itwould cut the thick fibers of the rope, and in sudden inspiration, heinspected the floor of the van. The heavy-gauge metal was scarred androughened from the many heavy loads dragged across it. He turned the boxover, and with great difficulty, rubbed it back and forth across thefloor. Every few minutes he tested the edge of the box with his finger.It was losing its slick surface, but there was a long way to go.
It got hotter inside the van and Tom's uniform was soaked with sweat. Hefound it difficult to breathe and the continuous roar of the jetstortured his ears.
He did not know how long he had worked, but eventually, he felt that theedge of the box was sufficiently rough to try to cut the ropes. Herighted the box, placed the ropes on the edge again and, with a silentprayer, began scraping them across the metal.
After a few minutes there was a tug at the bonds. The cadet pushedharder. There was another tug and the rope seemed to give a little.Working frantically, he sawed back and forth. The sweat poured from hisforehead, his arms and back ached unbearably, and soon he feltsomething warm and wet begin to trickle down the palms of his hands. Heknew it was blood, but he kept on grimly, and suddenly he was rewarded.With a snap, the ropes parted. His hands were free!
Tom hastily untied his feet, and giving the toolbox an affectionate pat,rose to his feet to begin the next step in his plan to escape.
The young cadet examined the entire surface of the inside paneling ofthe van with his finger tips. He could find no opening other than theback door, which he knew was locked by an electronic beam. Without theproper light-key adjustment, the door could not be opened. And the venthigh in the wall was much too small to help him.
He sat down, disheartened. He was still no better off than before. Andthere was no way of telling where he was, whether it was day or night,and how long he had been riding in the jet truck.
He rested on the floor of the van, the bumpy ride cushioned by the softblankets, and tried to recall the events that had led him into thistrap. He remembered the two men, Cag and Monty, and grimly vowed torepay them if he ever met them again.
Suddenly remembering something more immediate, Tom sat bolt upright. Hegot up and went to the front of the huge van. There he knelt down in onecorner and felt the floor with his hands. He found exactly what he hadbeen hoping for. A large grate, and it was cool! He jumped up, grinning,grabbed the heavy toolbox and carried it back to the corner where he letit drop on the grate. It sagged slightly, near the corner. He picked upthe box and dropped it again. The grate sagged a little more. Tom gotdown on his knees and felt along the edge of the floor. The grate wasgiving way.
He really began to hammer in earnest then. And each time the heavy boxthudded on the grate, he thanked his lucky stars that he had lived neara garage when he was a boy back in New Chicago. Time and time again, hehad slipped inside the huge vans after the produce had been taken out,to find a piece of fruit. He had gotten into the sealed vans, throughthe refrigerating compartment, a huge unit beneath the van and connectedto the cab. Opening the outside hatch to the unit, he had squeezedinside and then unscrewed the grate from the bottom.
With a final hard smash, the grate gave way, clattering into therecesses of the refrigerating unit. Now Tom was grateful for the roar ofthe jets. It covered the sound of his escape.
Quickly reaching down into the unit, Tom began tearing the mechanismapart; ripping out coils of copper tubing and rubber connections.Disconnecting a pipe, he used it to pry apart the rest of the unit, andfinally, after removing the broken parts, there was room enough for hisbody.
Stuffing the heavy pipe in his tunic, Tom dropped into the unit andopened the outside hatch. A blast of cool air struck him. The sun wassetting and the cadet knew that soon the near-zero temperatures of nightwould settle over the desert. Tom poked his head out and the air streamhit him like a solid wall. He looked back past the spinning wheels andsaw a long stretch of deserted road bordering a canal. His view forwardwas blocked by the overhanging cab of the truck. The small step up tothe cab was a foot away. Tom eased back into the compartment again andsat back against the wall to consider his next move. He would have abetter chance of not being seen if he waited for darkness. On the otherhand, they might reach their destination before that and he would becaught. Tom made up his mind quickly.
Moving back to the hatch, he eased himself through the opening. Therewas a ticklish moment when he had to let go of the side of thecompartment and swing over on the step. He took a deep breath andlurched forward.
Behind him, the huge thick wheels spun over the road. A slip now wouldmean instant, crushing death. His fingers reached for and grasped thedoor handle. Seconds later, he stood balanced on the step, swaying inthe wind.
He dared a glance into the window of the cab, wondering why he had notbeen noticed before. He saw Cag and Monty inside, Cag driving and Montyasleep. The driver was on the opposite side from Tom, and Monty wasslumped against the door.
Tom realized that if he opened the door, Monty would fall out andprobably be killed, but he had no choice. He reached up for the handleand tested it gently before swinging down on it to make sure it wouldopen. It gave a little. Then bracing himself, he pulled hard.
The door swung open and Monty fell out, hitting the pavement and rollingoff into the sand to lie still. Tom paid no attention to him. With amighty e
ffort, he swung into the cab and confronted a startled,wild-eyed Cag.
"You!" cried Cag.
"Stop this crate, or so help me, I'll break your head!" Tom shouted,brandishing the short length of pipe.
In reply, Cag suddenly swerved the big truck to one side of the road,hoping to throw Tom out of the open door. Tom managed to grab hold justin time. He swung back into the cab and struck out with the pipe.
Cag ducked and swung the heavy truck to the opposite side of the road,trying to throw Tom off balance, but the cadet was not to be denied. Heswung the heavy pipe again and again, landing hard, telling blows on thearms and shoulders of the burly truck driver. Finally a solid blowcaught Cag on the side of the head and he slumped over unconscious. Tomleaned over him, grabbed the wheel, and maneuvered the big truck backonto a straightaway course. A minute later he brought the truck to astop.
Tom jumped out and pulled Cag after him, taking a bottle of water fromthe small compartment behind the driver's seat. He splashed some on theman's face, and while Cag moaned and came to, Tom drank his fill. Hehadn't realized that he was so thirsty.
"Cag," said Tom coldly, when he knew the man could understand him,"I'll beat your ears off if you don't tell me who put you up to this!"
Cag was silent. Tom stepped in and slapped the man across the face.
"Come on! Talk!" he snarled.
Dirty, his clothes ripped, his hands bloody, Cadet Tom Corbett did notlook like the carefree young cadet that Cag had met a few hours ago. Hewas frightened and began to whine.
"Talk or I'll slap you silly!" Tom growled.
Cag saw the wild rage in Tom's eyes and began to stutter.
"The trucking outfit! Just find out who owns this trucking outfit andwho would gain if the projectiles failed."
Tom was back in the cab in a flash. He started the mighty jets and beganto engage the clutch.
Cag leaped up. "You can't leave me here in the desert! I'll die."
Tom looked at the man, threw out the rest of the food and water from thecompartment, and gunned the huge truck down the highway.
Eight hours later Tom rolled into Marsport, stopping the big truck atthe first Solar Guard substation he could find.
He raced inside without cutting the jets of the truck and reported to asergeant seated behind the desk, reading.
"I'm Cadet Tom Corbett!" he shouted. "I've got to get in touch withCommander Walters at the Academy right away."
"Stand where you are, Corbett!" said the sergeant, jumping up andleveling a paralo-ray gun at him. "You're under arrest!"
Tom stared, and then, spinning on his heels, dashed out of the station,the guard's ray blasts spitting at his heels. Jumping into the truck, hegunned the jets and roared off into the dark Martian night.