One of them said, as though he were reciting a lesson in which he had no real personal interest, "You're trespassing on private property. You'll be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."
"Sure," said Shearing. He motioned to the hoist tower. "Back inside."
The young men hesitated. "What you going to do?"
"Nothing fatal. It shouldn't take you more than half an hour to break out again."
He marched them to the hatch and saw them inside it. Hyrst was watching the sky, the black star-glittering sky with the glorious arch of the Rings across it and one milky-bright curve of Saturn visible and growing above the eastern horizon.
"They're coming," he said mentally to Shearing.
"Good." He started to close the hatch, and one of the young men pointed suddenly to the sack clipped to Shearing's belt.
"You've been stealing something."
"Tell that to Bellaver."
"You bet I will. The fullest extent of the law, mister! The fullest extent—"