As soon as the young natives saw the graduating group coming, they stopped their game and ran away. They seemed very frightened.
"The young ones fear us," the instructor explained. "The older ones fear us too, but they don't show it so much." He watched the fleeing youngsters with every evidence of great inward satisfaction.
Billy Kasker's lips closed in a thin straight line.
"Now we will go to the rebuilt section."
They walked on.
"One of the natives is following us," Susan Sidwell suddenly said.
Turning, the group saw that a member of the conquered race was coming along the street behind them. He was dressed all in brown—his hat, his shirt, his pants.
The instructor put his hand on the butt of the Thor gun.
The native walked past the group without seeming to see it. He was whistling between his teeth. He walked on ahead of them, turned down an alley, and disappeared. The instructor took his hand off the Thor gun.
"He wasn't really following us; he wouldn't dare. Does anybody have any questions?" He looked brightly around the group.