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thoughtfully. "What's the matter?" asked Astro. "That booby trap," said Tom. "We'd better not take any chances of tripping over it on the way back. We might be in a hurry." "I know what you mean," grunted the big Venusian. He knelt down beside the menacing box of explosives and quickly disconnected the trip wire, throwing the box to one side. Straightening up, Astro announced, "It's harmless now." Cautiously the two cadets continued down the tunnel, the roaring sound growing louder and louder. After twenty minutes, Astro paused, his homely features wrinkled in a frown of worry. "Think maybe Miles and Brett went off into one of the other side tunnels?" he asked. Tom thought a moment. "No, I don't, Astro. We haven't hit another side tunnel since we passed that booby trap back there. What would be the use of setting that thing up if they went in another direction?" "There must be another way out of here, then," Astro remarked. "Why?" "That part of the tunnel back there by the bomb was loose dirt. If the bomb had exploded, the whole tunnel would have been blocked off and how could they get out?" Tom didn't answer. He was thinking about what he was going to do if there should be another booby trap in the tunnel. It was so dark now that they could hardly see more than a few feet ahead. The bright light was merely a pinpoint in the distance behind them. And then Tom became aware that the roar that had been with them constantly since they had entered the shaft had now lessened in volume. But they had not passed a single branch-off tunnel where the sound could have originated. Tom made up his mind quickly. "Come on, Astro," he said. "We're going back." Why?" "I haven't time to explain now, but you walk close to one side of the shaft and I'll take the other. Feel along with your hands for anything like a door or an opening. I think we've passed them." Without another word, Astro turned around and headed back, feeling along the tunnel wall. It did not take the two cadets long to discover what they were looking for. A heavy wooden door was set flush with the side of the tunnel. And when Tom pressed his ear to it, he could hear the roaring sound throbbing heavily inside. "See if you can open it, Astro," said Tom. "But take it easy." Astro felt along the side of the door until he found a wooden latch and he lifted it gently. The door swung back, as if pushed, as a powerful draft caught it from the other side. The roar was now deafening. Tom stepped inside cautiously, followed by Astro. They found themselves on a small balcony overlooking a huge subterranean room. In the room they saw Quent Miles and Charles Brett bending over a table on which were several delicate electronic instruments. Tom and Astro recognized them immediately as testing machinery for radioactivity, much more advanced and sensitive than the ordinary Geiger counter. Around the two men was ample evidence of Astro's original assumption that they were digging into a hot vein of uranium pitchblende. To one side of the room, lead sheets lined a rough boxlike structure that Astro and Tom guessed was covering for the radioactive vein. Against the wall lay the lead-lined suits used by the miners. Farther to one side, Tom saw a huge open pipe. He nudged Astro. "Look, over there," Tom whispered. "That's where the oxygen is coming from!" Below them, Miles suddenly walked to the pipe and pulled a large lever on its side. The roaring sound stopped immediately and the boys felt the air pressure in the room lessen slightly. "That blasted noise is driving me crazy," explained Miles, walking back to the table, his voice echoing in the rock-walled cavern. Brett, leaning over the table, was stabbing around futilely in one of the sets of tubes in a complicated testing device. "Wish we had that squirt Manning here," he mumbled. "He could fix these things up in no time at all." "I could always go back to the hide-out and get him," suggested Miles. On the balcony Tom gripped Astro's arm tightly. "Astro! Did you hear that?" he exclaimed. The big cadet nodded and started to rise from their place of concealment. Tom pulled him down. "Wait," he whispered sharply. "No use barging in on them yet. Maybe we can find out where Roger is first." Astro reluctantly crouched down again, his hamlike hands balled into fists. The two cadets watched Quent Miles and Brett work on the instruments awhile longer. Finally Miles slammed down a pair of wire cutters on the table and growled at Brett. "No use messing with this thing any longer. I don't know what makes it tick, so I can't find the trouble. We need new equipment." "It'll take at least two weeks to get new equipment the way things are going here at Titan," replied Brett. "Well, there's no use hanging around here if we can't dig any more of the stuff out, and I ain't going behind that lead shield unless I got a machine that tells me it's safe." "I've been thinking about Manning," said Brett. "What about him?" "Suppose we move the stuff we've already mined to the hide-out, and take this equipment along too. He can repair it out there. We can turn off the oxygen that we're sucking off from the Solar Guard pumps, and by the time we get back here, the old satellite will be back to normal. Then, with the equipment repaired and Olympia back to normal, we can really begin operations." Quent nodded quickly. "Good idea. Come on. Let's get this stuff aboard the ship." On the balcony Tom and Astro looked at each other. "They're responsible for what's happened here on Titan!" whispered Tom. "They have been sucking off oxygen from the main pumps supporting the force field." "Come on, Tom," growled Astro. "My fist is just itching to make contact with a couple of no-good chins." "Not so fast! We still don't know where they've got Roger. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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