A table toppled with a crash. The crowd hooted in utter delight.
The senator glimpsed his camera on the floor, reached out and grabbed it. Someone stepped on his hand and he yelled. Jurg Tec grabbed Gramp by the beard.
'Cut it out,' boomed a voice and two policemen came charging through the crowd. They jerked Gramp and Jurg Tec to their feet. The senator got up by himself.
'What you fellows fighting about?' asked the big policeman.
'He's dog-gone Marshy,' yelled Gramp.
'He said one Earthy could lick ten Martians,' squeaked Jurg Tec.
The big policeman eyed the senator.
'What have you got to say for yourself?' he asked.
The senator was suddenly at a loss for words. 'Why, nothing, officer, nothing at all,' he stammered.
'I don't suppose you were down there rolling around with them?' snarled the policeman.