Blekeke heaved his big round bare chest. "Trying still disciple in," he replied.
"How's that? Discipline, you mean?"
"Yups. Laters out. Strangers out. No excepting. Can't."
"Yeah, but you know me, and John here—"
"Brother law oaks, but both laters. See hall hour halfish. Talk then. Treatment, yups?"
I said, "Well, I guess that'll be okay. Hour and a half, at the hall, huh?"
Blekeke said, "Yups," and turned away.
He took two steps and stopped. I saw his spine stiffen. His head turned slowly toward the water's edge where two dogs were running circles around each other, not far from the enclosure. As the dogs moved, Blekeke's head moved with them, back and forth and back again....
Suddenly one of the dogs, the smaller one—a black and white spaniel with flapping ears—turned and raced through the SRI compound, bounding gracelessly over the sprawled bodies of SRI members. The larger German shepherd gave two woofs and leaped playfully in pursuit. They passed within about ten feet of Blekeke.