"Well," McCarthy said after a moment, "what are you going to do about this?" He gestured toward the windows from which shouts still rang.
"Nothing. Let it run its course."
"But you can't do that, man!"
"I can and I will. What do you think, John?"
"I agree," Ward said. "They won't hurt each other—they never have yet. It'll wear itself out and then, tomorrow, we'll try again." He did not feel optimistic about how things would be the next day, but he didn't want to voice his fears. "The thing that worries me," he said, "are those tigers. Where'd they come from?"
"What tigers?" McCarthy wanted to know.
Ward told him.
"First it was cats," McCarthy said, "then birds ... now tigers. Either you're seeing things or someone's using a concealed projector."
"I thought of the projector, but these seemed real. Stunned at first—as if they were as surprised as I was."
"You have a teleport in your class," Allenby said.