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Show -109- moment, as colleagues stopped in the a i s l e on t h e i r way out to congratulate him. A few did not. Some marched stony-faced past him to the e x i t . His friend came up the a i s l e , no longer smiling, but with his usual serious face. "Thanks for saving the meeting," he said. The other senator came up behind him. He was smiling, in a grim-faced way, and he shook the Professor's hand. "At least now," he said, "we might get down to business." The Professor thought he knew what t h i s colleague meant. He '.meant, get the faculty to agree to s t r i k e . He, himself, was not yet ready to go so far. "We've got to agree on something," he said. "That's for sure," the other agreed. 1 As he ipoke, he seemed to be staring, as though trying to assess how far the Professor would be willing to go. "The senate's just as bad," he went on. "They don't know what to do. We'll be meeting a t the same time. We'll keep in touch." He patted the Professor fraternally on the arm. "We'll count on you to come up with something." This was more than the Professor had bargained for, but he didn't say anything. The senator continued up the a i s l e , and the Professor turned to his friend. "What did he mean by that?" he asked. "It means he thinks you've joined the team," he said. "He probably thinks I have too." |