Then turn off
their air supplies and collapse their suits."
One thing was in their favor. The space suits worn by the Connies were
almost the same as theirs. The controls were of the same kind. The only
way to know a Connie was by his bubble, which was a little more tubular
than the round bubbles of the Federation.
Rip suddenly realized that he wasn't nervous anymore. He grinned. After
all, this was what he was trained for.
The Connies came abreast and passed. "Let's go," Rip said, and as he rose
he heard Koa's voice.
The sergeant major said, "Kemp, kneel on their right side. Trudeau and
I will hit them from the left and tumble them over you. Get their
communicators first."
Koa had his own methods and they sounded good.
Rip started slowly. He wanted to get directly behind the Connies. He
stayed down low until he was sure they couldn't see him unless they
turned.
Dowst and Dominico were right with him. "Come on," he said, and started
gliding after the helmeted figures. He kept his eyes on the one he had
selected, and he called on all the myriad stars of space to give him
luck. If the men turned, his plan for quick victory would fail.
He sensed his Planeteers beside him as the figures loomed ahead.
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