Breathing deeply, Astro and Roger flopped down near Tom and stretched
full length on the grass.
"That was a beautiful shot, Roger," said Tom. "Perfectly timed!"
"Yeah, hot-shot," agreed Astro, "I'm glad to see that big head of yours
is good for something!"
"Listen, fellas," said Roger eagerly, ignoring Astro, "to go into the
finals against Richards and the _Capella_ unit, we've got to beat the
_Arcturus_ crew, right?"
"Yeah," agreed Tom, "and it won't be easy. We just happened to get the
breaks."
"Then why don't we put the game on ice?" said Roger. "Freeze the ball!
We got 'em one to nothing, that's enough to beat them. When the whistle
blows and it's over, we win!"
Astro looked at Tom, who frowned and replied, "But we've still got three
periods left, Roger. It isn't fair to freeze this early in the game. If
it was the last minute or so, sure. But not so early. It just isn't
fair."
"What do you want to do?" snarled Roger. "Win, or play fair?"
"Win, of course, but I want to win the right way," said Tom.
"How about you, Astro?" asked Roger.
"I feel the same way that Tom does," said the big cadet. "We can beat
these guys easily--and on the square."
"You guys make it sound like I was cheating," snapped Roger.
"Well," said Tom, "it sure isn't giving the _Arcturus_ guys a break."
The whistle blew for them to return to the goal line.
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