Rocketship Galileo

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"EVERYBODY ALL SET?" Young Ross Jenkins glanced nervously at his two chums. "How about your camera, Art? You sure you got the lens cover off this time?"

The three boys were huddled against a thick concrete wall, higher than their heads and about ten feet long. It separated them from a steel stand, anchored to the ground, to which was bolted a black metal shape, a pointed projectile, venomous in appearance and an ugly rocket. There were fittings on each side to which stub wings might be attached, but the fittings were empty; the creature was chained down for scientific examination.

"How about it, Art?" Ross repeated. The boy addressed straightened up to his full five feet three and faced him.

"Look," Art Mueller answered, "of course I took the cover off, it's on my check-off list. You worry about your rocket, last time it didn't fire at all and I wasted twenty feet of film."

"But you forgot it once, okay, how about your lights?"

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