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Show --173-- bar. The Senator called to him, and he approached the table, blinking his eyes to see who had hailed him. "Oh, h e l l o , " he said when he finally recognized them. The senator asked if he knew anything about the shooting. "Yes," he said. "A policeman shot above the crow$ to rescue another policeman, who had handcuffed himself to a student. Other students t r i e d to free him. When the man fired, the res-was cuers ran off. Their friend toctxiiEEK arrested and taken in for a booking." Listening to t h i s matter of fact account, the Professor felt a l i t t l e guilty about his own fear. Yet i t was the only time in his l i f e he had looked down the muzzle of a p i s t o l or seen a revolver actually fired a t other human beings. His f i r st thought had been that the man was crazy, that he might suddenly turn and f i r e the revolver a t him. He said nothing about this to the others. At another time, he might have done, might have made a joke of his own cowardice. Today, he didn't feel like joking, and the others didn't appear to feel that way either. In fact, the Professor was not even enjoying his beer. When the waitress returned to the table to take the order of the colleague who had just arrived, he waved her away when she asked if he wanted another? He remembered that he had promised to call his wife to find out whether she had to go to the hosp i t a l . She had been told t h i s morning that there was nothing she could do there. Her s i s t e r ' s condition was, they said, stable, but they were riot allowing her v i s i t o r s until she had |