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Show -213- Porhaps now they had something even more damaging in mind. The intent on the faces of the crowd as i t noared vas frightening. It was clear they were not marching peacefully off-campus as they had done in the past. They xrere up to some ugly mischief, and whatever i t xas i t had been put into their heads by the stocky young a s s i s t a n t professor who led them. But i t xas not the library for xmich they xrere headed. Just before reaching i t , they veered off to their l e f t . Thoy could have been headed off-campus as usual, but this seemed unlikely. Other possible targets xrere the Humanites Building, where they could enter, as they usually did, from the south entrance; or i t could be the Administration Building. The Professor had to find out. He l e f t the reading room, accompanied by most of the few students who xrere in there on this last day of classes. In the hallxay, they xrere joined by members of the l i b r a r y staff, and together they made their way out the xd.de front doors of the library building. Nox-r the Professor could hear what the students xrere shouting. "Doxm xrith the President! Doxm with the President!" I t las shouted like an Indian war chant, in time with the shuffling of t h e i r feet. I t xas clear now that i t xas the Administration Building toward which they xrere headed. The entrance to the structure was elevated, so the Professor got a good view of the young professor as he led the xay up the flight of steps. Beaching the door, the crowd xas so close behind him, they almost f l a t - |