TREACHERY IN OUTER SPACE ***
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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
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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 BY LOUIS GLANZMAN
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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.
