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It was a second or two before Cardon recognized them as Prestonby's bodyguard, Doug Yetsko, and Claire Pelton's brother Ray. There were four Literates' guards and about a dozen boys with them, all firing with a variety of weapons.
"And hurry!" Oh, no, you don't, Cardon thought. One chance is enough for you, Russ. He snatched the prescription from her and turned to Latterman. "I'll get it," he told the sales manager. "You're needed for the sale; stay on the job here." "But with the Literates walked out, we can't " Cardon blazed: "Do I have to teach you your business?
Russell Latterman noticed that Major Slater was looking at him in a respectfully inquiring manner. He said nothing, and, at length, the Literates' guards officer broke the silence. "You didn't go out with the others." Latterman shook his head. "No, major; I'm an executive of Pelton's Purchasers' Paradise, however unlike its name it may look at the moment. My job's here.
Prestonby took it when he saw a Literates' Guards officer in the screen and recognized him. "That you, Prestonby?" the officer, Major Slater, asked in some surprise. "Didn't know you were at Pelton's. What's going on, there?" Prestonby told him, briefly. "Yes; we had some of our people at the store, in plain clothes," Slater said. "Just in case of trouble. On Mr. L.'s orders.
"The way we played it for propaganda purposes, of course, there was only one big riot, and it was all the work of the wicked Literates and their Independent-Conservative hirelings. Actually, there were two riots. First, there was one the Independents had planned for about a week in advance; that was the one Sforza tipped us on, the one that started in China.
The few Literates' guards skirmishers were overwhelmed. He saw one of them, a man he knew, Sam Igoe, from Company 5, go down wounded; he saw one of the white-hooded goons pause to brain him with a carbine butt before charging on. "Why, you dirty rotten Illiterate !" he roared, retrieving his weighted hose. "Come on, Ray; let's go!" Ray hesitated, as though in thought.
By noon, this would be all over Penn-Jersey-York; coming on top of Slade Gardner's accusations He ran up the spiral escalator, stumbling and regaining his footing as he left it. Bayne and his striking Literates were all gone; he saw a sergeant of Pelton's store police and went toward him, taking his spare identity-badge from his pocket. "Here," he said, handing it to the sergeant.
The public would never have stood for it; the police would have had to intervene to prevent a riotous mob of Illiterates from tearing the school down brick by brick, and even if that didn't happen, the ensuing uproar inside the Fraternity would have blown the roof off Literates' Hall.
Furthermore, a new crew of Literates, with their novices, guards, et cetera, is being sent at once to your store. Obviously, neither the Fraternities, nor Pelton's, nor the public, would be benefitted by returning Literate Bayne or any of his crew; he has been given another assignment." "Thank you. And when can we expect this new crew of Literates?" Prestonby asked.
"He hates Literacy so, and his own children are Literates, and his program against Literacy is being twisted against itself!" "But you agree that we're right and he's wrong?" Prestonby asked. "You must, or you'd never have come to me to learn to read." "He's such a good father. I'd hate to see him hurt," she said. "But, Ralph, you're my man.
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