His hands caught the French
Planeteer between the shoulders.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Visitors!
Trudeau held tight to the launcher, but the rocket racks opened and
spilled attack rockets into space. They flew in a dozen different
directions. Trudeau gave vent to his feelings in colorful French.
Koa and Santos laughed so hard they had trouble collecting the scattered
equipment. Rip, slowed by his crash with Trudeau, got his feet under him
again.
When the asteroid turned into the sun, they still had not collected Rip's
stylus and five of the attack rockets. The space pencil was the only
thing that could write on the computing board. It had to be found. "Next
time around," Rip called to the others. He then led the way full speed
ahead until they reached the safety of shadow again.
Rip suspected the stylus was somewhere above the rock and probably
wouldn't return to the surface for some minutes. While he was wondering
what to do, there was a chorus of yells. A rocket sped between the
Planeteers and shot off into space.
"Our own rockets are after us," Trudeau gasped. There hadn't been time
to collect them all after Rip's unwilling attack on the Frenchman had
scattered them. Now the sun was setting them off.
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