But he just can't get it on paper."
"Don't sell your unit-mate short," said Dixon, sensing something
beneath Tom's comment. "I've heard that big fellow knows more about a
rocket deck than McKenny."
"Yeah, that's true," said Tom, "but--"
"You know, Corbett," said Dixon, switching off the story spool, "there's
something screwy in that outfit of yours."
"You can say that again," agreed Tom bitterly.
"You come in here with a face dragging on the floor, and Manning--"
Tom's head jerked up. "Manning! What about that space-gassing hot-shot?"
"--Manning just tore through the rec hall trying to get some of the
other Earthworm units to bet their galley demerits against your outfit."
Tom's mouth sagged open. "You mean, he actually wanted to bet that Astro
would pass?"
"Not just pass, Corbett, but he wanted to bet that your unit would be
top rocket of the Earthworms! The head of the list!"
"But he told Astro that--" he stopped.
"Told him what?" Dixon asked.
"Ah--nothing--nothing--" said Tom. He jumped up and headed for the door.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"To find Manning. There are a couple of things I want to clear up."
Tom left Dixon shaking his head in bewilderment and jumped on the
slidestairs. He was going to have it out with Roger once and for all.
Hopping off the slidestairs onto the forty-second floor, he started down
the long hall to his quarters.
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