On the Trail of the Space Pirates

the Trail of the Space Pirates, by
Carey Rockwell

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Title: On the Trail of the Space Pirates
Author: Carey Rockwell
Illustrator: Louis Glanzman
Release Date: April 15, 2007 [EBook #21092]
Language: English
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ON THE TRAIL OF THE SPACE PIRATES

A TOM CORBETT Space Cadet Adventure
By CAREY ROCKWELL
WILLY LEY Technical Adviser
ILLUSTRATIONS BY LOUIS GLANZMAN

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COPYRIGHT, 1953, BY ROCKHILL RADIO ALL RIGHTS
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ILLUSTRATIONS
Hawks stood up and eyed the two men coldly
Tom saw three pretty girls board the ship
The hatch opened again and the two spacemen entered the air lock
The scar-faced man obviously wanted something from Tom
The young cadet timed his move perfectly
All Solar Guard defense measures seemed to be futile
Astro and Coxine were locked in mortal combat

ON THE TRAIL OF THE SPACE PIRATES

CHAPTER 1
"ALL ABOARD!"
A metallic voice rasped over the loud-speakers and echoed through the
lofty marble and aluminum concourse of the New Chicago Monorail
Terminal. "Atom City express on Track Seven! Space Academy first
stop! Passengers for Space Academy will please take seats in the first
six cars!"
As the crowd of people waiting in the concourse surged through the
gate leading to Track Seven, three boys in the royal-blue uniforms of
the Space Cadet Corps slowly picked up their plastic space bags and
joined the mass of travelers.
Wearily, they drifted with the crowd and stepped on the slidestairs
leading down to the monorail platform. In the lead, Tom Corbett, the
command cadet of the unit, a tall, curly-haired boy of eighteen,
slouched against the handrail and looked back at his two unit-mates,
Roger Manning and Astro. Manning, a slender cadet, with
close-cropped blond hair, was yawning and blinking his eyes sleepily,
while Astro, the third member of the unit, a head taller than either of
his unit-mates and fifty pounds heavier, stood flat-footed on the step,
eyes closed, his giant bulk swaying slightly with the motion of the
slidestairs.
"Huh! A real snappy unit!" Tom muttered to himself.
"Hmmm? What?" Roger blinked and stared bleary-eyed at Tom.
"Nothing, Roger," Tom replied. "I only hope you guys can stay awake
long enough to get on the monorail."
"It's your own fault, Tom," rumbled Astro in his bull-like voice. "If
your family hadn't thrown so many parties for us while we were on
leave, we'd have had more sleep."
"I didn't hear any complaints then," snorted Tom. "Just get into the car

before you cork off, will you? I'm in no shape to carry you."
Seconds later, the slidestairs deposited the three boys on the platform
and they slowly made their way through the crowd toward the forward
cars of the monorail. Entering the third car, they found three seats
together and collapsed into their luxurious softness.
"Oh, brother!" Tom groaned as he curled himself into the cushions,
"I'm going to sleep all the way to the Academy."
"I'm asleep already," mumbled Roger, his voice muffled by his cap
pulled low over his face.
Suddenly Astro sat bolt upright. "I'm hungry!" he announced.
"Oh, no!" moaned Tom.
"Why, you overgrown Venusian ape, Mrs. Corbett gave you dinner less
than an hour ago!" Roger complained. "Steak, French fries, beans, corn,
pie, ice cream...."
"Two helpings," chimed in Tom.
"And now you're hungry!" Roger was incredulous.
"Can't help it," calmly answered Astro. "I'm a big guy, that's all." He
began digging through his space bag for an apple Mrs. Corbett had
thoughtfully provided.
Tom finally stirred and sat up. He had learned a long time ago the
futility of trying to deny Astro's Gargantuan appetite. "There's a dining
car on this section of the monorail, Astro," he said, slapping a crumpled
mass of credits into the Venusian's hamlike hand. "Here. Have yourself
a good time." He slumped back in his seat and closed his eyes.
"Yeah," growled Roger, "and when you come back, don't make any
noise!"
Astro smiled. He got up carefully and climbed over his two sleeping

mates. Standing in the aisle, he counted the credits Tom had given him
and