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Show -365- men folloxred, shouting, their clubs upraised. The girl either stumbled or threw herself into the bushes that lined the building, her books and papers flying.as she fell. One of the policeman pojked her in the ribs xrith his club. The other struck her in the back. It took the Professor a moment or two to realize that the girl xrho xas being beaten xas the pink haired girl, but by that time he xas rushing toxard her. ne xas shouting, "Stop! She Isn't even on strike! ' stop it! Stop it!" He threw himself doxm between the girl and the police. He felt the bloxr on the back of his head, and, then the xrhoie world began to turn in some kind of black vortex. Be did not lose consciousness, but the building, the shrubs, and the girl beneath him suddenly lost substantiality. Ho felt blows rain on his back, hurting as he hadn't been hurt in a long time, but he continued to xrhirl beneath the hurt, unable to move, except as the earth moved. The blows stopped, and he felt a tugging at his shoulder. He xas jerked upright, but his legs xrould not support him. He fe.it something solid beneath his chin, pressed against his throat. He felt a xret warmth on the back of his neck and xanted to raise his hand, but both arms xrere pinioned to his side. Then he felt himself seeming to fly through space, the xrhoie weight of his body seemingly on his chin and throat. He tried to shout, but no sound xrould come through the pain in his vocal chords. His dizziness disapprared into-the pain. As he raised his head, he could see only blue sky above him. |