the soil. The technique used
here was very crude but mildly interesting. They used plows and harrows
for loosening the soil, devices that were pulled by large animals.

"_Horses_, I believe they call the animals. Of course, we don't allow
them to have power-drawn equipment."

"It's not at all like the way we obtain our food," Billy Kasker said
thoughtfully.

"Oh, no," the instructor answered. "We synthesize our foods. As a matter
of fact, they are _required_ to grow their food. That way, they have to
spend so much time finding something to eat that they can't cause
trouble." He grinned as if something in the idea pleased him.

"Serves them right," Joe Buckner said.

The natives working in the fields seemed not to see the class. When the
group came near, they stopped talking and worked harder.

"Scared to talk when we're around," Joe Buckner said. "They're yellow!"

"Now for the factory section," the instructor said.

The factories were small and unimpressive. Working here with very crude
tools and with no power equipment, the natives were making farm
machinery.

"Why don't we give them better tools?" Billy Kasker asked.

"What have they got coming?" Joe Buckner exclaimed. "They lost, didn't
they?"

"Yes, but--"

"If you had your way you'd be sucking in and helping the side that lost.
Pretty soon you'd discover _you_ had lost!"

"Hardly that," Billy Kasker replied. "But it seems more human--"

"_Human?_ That's a laugh!" Joe Buckner slapped his thighs and roared
with laughter.

"Come along," the instructor said.

"Look--there are children playing games!" Susan Sidwell observed.
"Horrible-looking little brats, aren't they?" She pointed to a group of
brown-skinned youngsters playing some kind of a game that involved a
ball and a club. One threw the ball, the second struck at it with the
club.

"What a stupid way to play," Joe Buckner said.

* * * * *

As soon as the young natives saw the graduating group coming, they
stopped their game and ran away. They seemed very frightened.

"The young ones fear us," the instructor explained. "The older ones fear
us too, but they don't show it so much." He watched the fleeing
youngsters with every evidence of great inward satisfaction.

Billy Kasker's lips closed in a thin straight line.

"Now we will go to the rebuilt section."

They walked on.

"One of the natives is following us," Susan Sidwell suddenly said.

Turning, t