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Title: Treachery in Outer Space
Author: Carey Rockwell and Louis Glanzman
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TREACHERY IN OUTER SPACE

THE TOM CORBETT SPACE CADET STORIES

By Carey Rockwell
STAND BY FOR MARS! DANGER IN DEEP SPACE ON THE
TRAIL OF THE SPACE PIRATES THE SPACE PIONEERS THE
REVOLT ON VENUS TREACHERY IN OUTER SPACE
SABOTAGE IN SPACE THE ROBOT ROCKET

[Illustration]
A TOM CORBETT Space Cadet Adventure

TREACHERY IN OUTER SPACE
By CAREY ROCKWELL
WILLY LEY Technical Adviser

GROSSET & DUNLAP Publishers New York

COPYRIGHT, 1954, BY ROCKHILL RADIO
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ILLUSTRATIONS
Frontispiece
"Great galaxy! There must be a hundred ships!" 27
The giant Venusian held up the oil-smeared test tube 63
"Yeow!" bawled Astro. "Thanks, sir. Thanks a million!" 102
Tom got down on his knees and felt around for an opening 131
"Look!" Strong cried. "It's Brett's ship!" 151
It would be a rough ride, but at least he was hidden 165
Slowly and cautiously he began climbing 181
"Proceed to quadrant five and seize the Space Knight!" 196

TREACHERY IN OUTER SPACE
CHAPTER I
"All right, you blasted Earthworms! Stand to!"
Three frightened cadet candidates for Space Academy stiffened their
backs and stood at rigid attention as Astro faced them, a furious scowl
on his rugged features. Behind him, Tom Corbett and Roger Manning
lounged on the dormitory bunks, watching their unit mate blast the
freshman cadets and trying to keep from laughing. It wasn't long ago
that they had gone through the terrifying experience of being hazed by
stern upperclassmen and they knew how the three pink-cheeked boys in
front of them felt.
"So," bawled Astro, "you want to blast off, do you?"

Neither of the three boys answered.
"Speak when you're spoken to, Mister!" snapped Roger at the boy in
the middle.
"Answer the question!" barked Tom, finding it difficult to maintain his
role of stern disciplinarian.
"Y-y-yes, sir," finally came a mumbled reply.
"What's your name? And don't say 'sir' to me!" roared Astro.
"Coglin, sir," gulped the boy.
"Don't say 'SIR'!"
"Yes, sir--er--I mean, O.K.," stuttered Coglin.
"And don't say O.K., either," Roger chimed in.
"Yes ... all right ... fine." The boy's face was flushed with desperation.
Astro stepped forward, his chin jutting out. "For your information," he
bawled, "the correct manner of address is 'Very well.'"
"Very well," stammered Coglin.
Astro shook his head and turned back to Tom and Roger. "Have you
ever seen a greater display of audacity and sheer gall?" he demanded.
"The nerve of these three infants assuming that they could ever become
Space Cadets!"
Tom and Roger laughed, not at the three Earthworms, but at Astro's
sudden eloquence. The giant Venusian cadet usually limited his
comments to a gruff Yes or No, or at most, a garbled sentence full of a
veteran spaceman's oaths. Then, resuming his stern expression, Roger
faced the three boys.
"Sound off! Quick!" he demanded.

"Coglin, John."
"Spears, Albert."
"Duke, Phineas."
"You call those names?" Roger snorted incredulously. "Which of you
ground crawlers is radar officer?"
"I am, very well," replied Spears.
The blond-haired cadet stared at him in amazement.
"Very well, what?" he demanded.
"You said that's the correct form of address," replied Spears doggedly.
Roger turned to Tom. "Well, thump my rockets," he exclaimed, "I
didn't know they made them that dumb any more!"
"Who is the command cadet?" asked Tom, suppressing a grin.
"I am, very well," replied Duke.
"How fast is fast?"
"Fast is as fast must be, without being either supersonic or turgid. Fast
is necessarily that amount of speed that will not be the most nor the
least, yet will be sufficient unto the demands of fast ..." Duke quoted
directly from the Earthworm Manual, a book that was not prescribed
learning in the Academy, but woe unto the Earthworm who did not
know it by heart when questioned by a cadet upperclassman.
"What is a blip on a radar, Mister?" demanded Roger of Spears.
"A blip is never a slip. It is constant with the eye of the beholder, and
constant with the constant that is