ng in a great arc
as the sun pulled at them. The enemy's big boat was out of the ship, its
jets firing as it started for the asteroid.

Rip leaned over his illuminated gunsight. The boat showed up clearly, the
rings of the sight framing it. He estimated distance and the pull of the
sun, then squeezed the trigger on the speed control handle. The cannon in
the nose spat flame. He watched tensely and saw the charge explode on the
hull of the Connie cruiser. He had underestimated the sun's drag. He
compensated and tried again.

He missed. Now that he was closer and the charge had less distance to
travel, he had overestimated the sun's effect. He gritted his teeth. The
next shot would be at close range.

The fighting rocket closed space, and the landing boat loomed large in the
sight. He fired again and the shot blew metal loose from the top of the
boat's hull. A hit, but not good enough. He leaned over the sight to fire
again, but before he had sighted an explosion blew the landing boat
completely around.

Koa and Pederson had scored a hit from the asteroid!

The big boat fired its side jets and spun around on course again. Flame
bloomed from its side as Connie gunners tried to get the range on the
snapper-boat.

Rip was within reach now. He fired at point-blank range and flashed over
the boat as its front end exploded. Santos, firing from the rear, hit it
again as the snapper-boat passed.

Rip threw the rocket into a turn that rammed him against the top of his
harness. He steadied on a line with the crippled Connie craft. It was hard
hit. The bow jets flickered fitfully, and the stern tubes were dead. He
sighted, fired. A charge hit the boat aft and blew its stern tubes off
completely.

And at the same moment, a Connie gunner got a perfect bead on the
snapper-boat.

Space blew up in Rip's face. The snapper-boat slewed wildly as the Connie
shot took effect. Rip worked his controls frantically, trying to
straighten the rocket out more by instinct than anything else.

His eyes recovered from the blinding flash and he gulped as he saw the
raw, twisted metal where the boat's nose had been. He managed to correct
the boat's twisting by using the stern tubes, but he was no longer in full
control.

For a moment panic gripped him. Without full control he couldn't get back
to the asteroid! Then he forced himself to steady down. He sized up the
situation. They were still underway, the stern tubes pushing, but their
traj