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Show -214- tened him against i t s xride expanse of glass. Bo raised his hands, and for a moment there xas a flicker of fear in his movements, but the students near him forced the oncoming tide back enough to give him room to move. He turned and aimed his foot at the glass panel. It splintered, and he turned about and kicked the splinters out with his heel. Then he crawled through unlocked the opening and BjBBirai the door from the inside. The mob of students surged through. The sight made the Professor almost physically i l l . He had no love for the new President, but he did not xant to see him assaulted by a mob of students either. Where xrere the police now? Clutching his two books, he strode axay from the scene in the only direction he could go to get to his own building, through the Social Science 3uilding. Beyond that, he crossed the courtyard that led to the Humanities Building. He xas filled xrith disgust, but he xas also confused. He did not pause a t the mail room. He did not go back to his office. He xalked d i r e c t l y out the front of the building onto Nineteenth Avenue. As he reached the s t r e e t , the f i r s t sirens sounded. As he crossed i t , he saxr a column of policemen emerge from Pari: Merced. They had been there a l l the time! He didn't think to ask himself why they had not come e a r l i e r as usual. He hurried on up the s t r e e t where his car xas parked. He got into i t and s t a r t e d the motor, pulled axay from the curb. |
