Part 3 (2/2)

”That's what you say here,” he said bitterly. ”Sure, we've been in the same cla.s.ses. You know me, so you try to be decent. But what do you really think? And how about everyone else? You think they're being all nice and understanding about this?” He snorted.

”Know why I'm not in cla.s.s now? Got no cla.s.s to go to. I was in Civics Four this period. They threw me out. Faculty advisor said I'd do better in ... in some Shop Study.”

Don frowned. ”Funny,” he said. ”You always got good grades. No trouble that way?”

”Of course not.” Pete spread his hands. ”I----”

A low snicker interrupted the words and Don looked around, to see Gerry Kelton close by. Behind him were his brother and Maurie. Gerry laughed derisively.

”Go ahead,” he commented, ”let him talk. You might learn something from the little----”

Don motioned impatiently with his head.

”Get going, you three,” he said sharply. ”You've got less than a minute before late bell.”

”Sure we have,” Gerry told him. ”We might even be late to cla.s.s. Now wouldn't that be awful? Some jerk wants to write up a bunch of lousy report slips, make him look good, we're----”

”Move!” Michaels' voice rose sharply. ”Don't try that one on me. It's been tried before. Doesn't work.”

Gerry paused in mid-stride, then seemed to deflate. He turned away.

”Come on, guys,” he said. ”Let's get out of here. We'll take care of this later.”

As the three disappeared down the hall, Don turned back. Pete was staring at him curiously.

”How do you do that?”

”Do what?”

”Oh, you know what I mean.” Pete shook his head impatiently. ”Make people do things. There's only one of you and three of them. And they're all bigger than you are. Why did they just do what you told them without making a lot of trouble?”

Don shrugged, then touched the b.u.t.ton in his lapel.

”They were in the wrong and they knew it. They've got enough trouble now. Why should they look for more?”

Pete shook his head again. ”They didn't have to give their names,” he said. ”All you did was tell them to.”

”What else could they do? After all, you know who Gerry is. So he had no out.”

Pete laughed wryly. ”Who'd take my word? Besides, Gerry's shoved guardians around before. He's got friends all over school. Ever hear of the 'Hunters'?”

”Who hasn't? Supposed to be some sort of gang, but I've never talked to anyone that knew much about who they are, or what they do.” Don was thoughtful. ”Supposed to be all galactic kids. I've heard the police are trying to break them up. Those three part of that bunch?”

Pete nodded wordlessly.

Don's eyebrows rose a little. ”Prove that,” he remarked, ”and it won't just be the school that'll be giving them trouble. The police would probably give a lot to really get their hands on some of them.”

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