“Jeff Stone looked up from left field. "Three . . . two . . . one. . . ." He finished the count-down in his head and eyed the sunny sky beyond the baseball park. First he saw a white cotton ball of cloud and then a jet plane floating down to land. The rocket taking off for the moon was late. There it was! A distant spark of bright metal, it climbed fast on its own leaning tower of cloud. Jeff let out his breath. Like a little boy watching a candy machine but needing a dime, he stood drea...ming about space and the star ships and his brother Ben. Ben was older than Jeff, already 20 and a star ship pilot. He had left the moon in his tiny four-man ship just six weeks ago to find the planets of a new star. JeflF was tw^o years behind Ben, but now his own class had finished pilot training at Space School. He was a star man now, at home on a ten-day leave, waiting for his orders—waiting for his chance to catch up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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