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right now, boys,” she announced. “Inside the tubes you will find colored slips of paper. Those of you who have red slips will remain here. Those who find green slips will return to their quarters. Blue will go with Captain Strong, orange with Lieutenant Saminsky, and purple with Warrant Officer McKenny. Now⁠—please open the tubes.”

There was a tinkling of metal caps and then the slight rustle of paper as each boy withdrew the contents of the tube before him.

Tom took a deep breath and felt inside for the paper. He held his breath and pulled it out. It was green. He didn’t know what it meant. He looked around. Phil was signaling to him, holding up a blue slip. Tom’s heart skipped a beat. Whatever the colors meant, he and Phil were apart. He quickly turned around and caught Astro’s eye. The big Venusian held up a green slip. Tom’s heart then nearly stopped beating. Phil, who had breezed through with such confidence, held a blue slip, and Astro, who hadn’t even finished the test, held up the same color that he had. It could only mean one thing. Failure. He felt the tears welling in his eyes, but had no strength left to fight them back.

He looked up, his eyes meeting the insolent stare of Roger Manning who was half turned in his seat. Remembering the caustic warning of the confident cadet, Tom fought back the flood in his eyes and glared back.

What would he tell his mother? And his father? And Billy, his brother, five years younger than himself, whom he had promised to bring a flask of water from the Grand Canal on Mars. And his sister! Tom remembered the shining pride in her eyes when she kissed him good-bye at the Stratoport as he left for Atom City.

From the front of the room, McKenny’s rasping voice jarred him back to the present.

“Cadets⁠—staaaaaaaand to!”

There was a shuffle of feet as the boys rose as one.

“All the purple slips follow me,” he roared and turned toward the door. The cadets with purple slips marched after him.

Lieutenant Saminsky stepped briskly to the front of the room.

“Cadets with orange slips will please come with me,” he said casually, and another group of cadets left the room.

From the rear of the room Captain Strong snapped out an order.

“Blue slips will come with me!”

He turned smartly and followed the last of Lieutenant Saminsky’s cadets out of the room.

Tom looked around. The room was nearly empty now. He looked over at Astro and saw his big friend slumped moodily over against his desk. Then, suddenly, he noticed Roger Manning. The arrogant cadet was not smiling any longer. He was staring straight ahead. Before him on the desk, Tom could see a green slip. So he had failed too, thought Tom grimly. It was poor solace for the misery he felt.

Dr. Dale stepped forward again.

“Will the cadets holding green slips return to their quarters. Those with red slips will remain in their seats,” she announced.

Tom found himself moving with difficulty. As he walked through the door, Astro joined him. A look more eloquent than words passed between them and they made their way silently up the slidestairs back to their quarters.

Lying in his bunk, hands under his head, eyes staring into space, Tom asked, “What happens now?”

Sprawled on his bunk, Astro didn’t answer right away. He merely gulped and swallowed hard.

“I⁠—I don’t know,” he finally stammered. “I just don’t know.”

“What’ll you do?”

“It’s back to the hold of a Venusport freighter, I guess. I don’t know.” Astro paused and looked at Tom. “What’ll you do?”

“Go home,” said Tom simply. “Go home and⁠—and find a job.”

“Ever think about the enlisted Solar Guard? Look at McKenny⁠—”

“Yeah⁠—but⁠—”

“I know how you feel,” sighed Astro. “Being in the enlisted section⁠—is like⁠—well, being a passenger⁠—almost.”

The door was suddenly flung open.

“Haul off them bunks, you blasted Earthworms!”

McKenny stood in the doorway in his usual aggressive pose, and Tom and Astro hit the floor together to stand at attention.

“Where’s the other cadet?”

“He went with Captain Strong, sir.” answered Tom.

“Oh?” said Mike. And in a surprisingly soft tone he added, “You two pulled green slips, eh?”

“Yes, sir,” they replied together.

“Well, I don’t know how you did it, but congratulations. You passed the classification tests. Both of you.”

Tom just looked at the scarlet-clad, stumpy warrant officer. He couldn’t believe his ears. Suddenly he felt as if he had been lifted off his feet. And then he realized that he was off his feet. Astro was holding him over his head. Then he dumped him in his bunk as easily as if he had been a child. And at the same time, the big Venusian let out a loud, long, earsplitting yell.

McKenny matched him with his bull-like roar.

“Plug that foghorn, you blasted Earthworm. You’ll have the whole Academy in here thinking there’s a murder.”

By this time Tom was on his feet again, standing in front of McKenny.

“You mean, we made it? We’re really in? We’re cadets?”

“That’s right.” McKenny looked at a clip board in his hand and read, “Cadet Corbett, Tom. Qualified for control deck. Cadet Astro. Power deck.”

Astro took a deep breath and started another yell, but before he could let go, McKenny clamped a big hand over his mouth.

“You bellow like that again and I’ll make meteor dust out of you!”

Astro gulped and then matched Tom’s grin with one that spread from ear to ear.

“What happened to Philip Morgan?” asked Tom.

“What color slip did he have?”

“Blue.”

“Anything besides green washed out,” replied Mike quickly. “Now let’s see, you have a replacement for Morgan in this unit. An astrogator.”

“Greetings, gentlemen,” drawled a voice that Tom recognized without even looking. “Allow me to introduce myself to my new unit-mates. My name is Manning⁠—Roger Manning. But then, we’re old friends, aren’t we?”

“Stow that rocket wash, Manning,” snapped Mike. He glanced at the clock over the door. “You have an hour and forty-five minutes until lunch time. I suggest you take a walk around the Academy and familiarize yourselves with

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