"Why—why yes, I suppose so," Miss Babs frowned. "Try, if you want to, Higgins. But you'd better make it something simple."
Higgins swung around. "Wade across the stream, Toory," he said.
Toory's eye-beams lifted. It was an order taking him off wait-command. He started to move, then stopped. Something seemed to be wrong, and he was trying very hard not to make a mistake. It was like those puzzling moments in his training when he couldn't decide what he should do.
"It would be bad for you to get your legs wet, wouldn't it?" Higgins asked.
"No," Toory responded. His eye-beams swung to Babs.
"Do it, Toory," Babs said.
The wide rocky stream was shallow directly below the gorge, so that it hardly wet Toory's knees as he waded across.
"Now, come back!" Higgins called.
Toory came back. Again under automatic wait-command, he stood motionless. He knew that he had done the task properly. It was strange that the unpleasant feeling inside him should persist. It was just as though he had done something wrong.