"We know." Allenby waved him to silence. "But your way has been tried long enough. How long is it since Los Angeles Day, when the U.N. buildings were bombed and burned by the original 3R Party in order to get rid of Unesco? Two hundred forty-three years next June, isn't it? And your Party had had all that time to get education back on what it calls a sane program. Now _nobody_ is educated." "It takes time to undo the damage of progressive education," McCarthy said. "Besides, a lot of that junk--reading, writing--as I've often told Ward--" "All right," Ward broke in. "But two and a half centuries is long enough. Someone must try a new tack or the country is doomed. There isn't much time. The Outspace invaders--" "The Outspace invaders are simply Russians," McCarthy said flatly. "That's a convenient view if you're an ostrich. Or, if you want to keep the Pretend War going, until the Outspacers take us over." McCarthy snorted contemptuously. "Ward, you damned fool--" "That will be all, gentlemen," Allenby said. He did not raise his voice, but McCarthy was silent and Ward marveled, as he had on other occasions, at the authority the old man carried. "Well," McCarthy said after a moment, "what are you going to do about _this_?" He gestured toward the windows from which shouts still rang. "Nothing. Let it run its course." "But you can't do _that_, man!" "I can and I will. What do you think, John?" "I agree," Ward said. "They won't hurt each other--they never have yet. It'll wear itself out and then, tomorrow, we'll try again." He did not feel optimistic about how things would be the next day, but he didn't want to voice his fears. "The thing that worries me," he said, "are those tigers. Where'd they come from?" "What tigers?" McCarthy wanted to know. Ward told him. "First it was cats," McCarthy said, "then birds ... now tigers. Either you're seeing things or someone's using a concealed projector." "I thought of the projector, but these seemed real. Stunned at first--as if they were as surprised as I was." "You have a teleport in your class," Allenby said. "Yes--maybe that's the way it was done. I don't know quite what to make of it," Ward said. If he voiced his real suspicion now, he knew it would sound silly. "I know some of them can teleport. I've seen them. Small things, of course...." "Not in _my_ classes," McCarthy said indignantly. "I absolutely forbid that sort of thing." "You do wrong, then," Allenby said. "It's unscientific!" "Perhaps. But we want to encourage whatever wild talents they possess." "So that they can materialize tigers in--in our bedrooms, I suppose. Well, I've had enough. Stay here and stew if you like, but I'm going back to my class. I turned the hypno-gas on them before I took my dive. They should be nice and gentle for me by this time." He turned away defiantly.