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Show -168- His f i r s t thought was that the man was one of the student demonstrators? But he d i d n ' t look r i g h t , wasn't dressed right, and he was older. Even as these thoughts came to his mind, the Professor was backing away; keeplng^hls eyes on the man, but moving backward toward the corner of the building he had just rounded. Reaching i t , he turned about and saw a group of people? a t t r a c t e d by the shots, running from the quadrangle toward him? Among them were two of the young members of his department. "Don't go in t h e r e , " he said to them. "Someone's been shot?" They disregarded him and ran on. A l i t t l e farther down the walkxmy to the parking l o t , he caught sight of his friend talking xfith two other colleagues. At the same time, he saw the column of police, marching two by two, up the walk? He and his three colleagues moved off the walk onto the grass to l e t them pass. They walked, grim-faced, perhaps even frightened, s t i l l looking a l i t t l e like mannequins, each clutching a yard-long r i o t s t i c k . They looked like soldiers, were marching l i k e soldiers, but their tread was softer than soldiers, almost s i l e n t. When they had passed, his friend asked the Professor what the sounds were they had heard coming from behind the Social Science Building. The Professor told them, s t i l l a l i t t l e breathless, about the shooting. He x*as afraid several people had been shot? He d i d n ' t see how the man could have |