yes," Ronny snapped. "I'm no student of the movement but
the way I understand it, there isn't any."

Tog smiled sweetly. "The belief upon which they base their teachings is
that no man is capable of judging another."

Ronny cast his eyes ceilingward. "O.K., I give up!"

She began rapidly resetting the pieces. "Another game?" she said brightly.

"Hey! I didn't mean the game! I was just about to counterattack."

"Ha!" she said.

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The Section G agent on Kropotkin was named Hideka Yamamoto, but he was on
a field tour and wouldn't be back for several days. However, there wasn't
especially any great hurry so far as Ronny Bronston and Tog Lee Chang Chu
knew. They got themselves organized in the rather rustic equivalent of a
hotel, which was located fairly near UP headquarters, and took up the
usual problems of arranging for local exchange, meals, means of
transportation and such necessities.

It was a greater problem than usual. In fact, hadn't it been for the
presence of the UP organization, which had already gone through all this
the hard way, some of the difficulties would have been all but
insurmountable.

For instance, there was no local exchange. There was no medium of exchange
at all. Evidently simple barter was the rule.

In the hotel--if it could be called a hotel--lobby, Ronny Bronston looked at
Tog. "Anarchism!" he said. "Oh, great. The highest ethic of all. And
what's the means of transportation on this wonderful planet? The horse.
And how are we going to get a couple of horses with no means of exchange?"

She tinkled laughter.

"All right," he said. "You're the Man Friday. You find out the details and
handle them. I'm going out to take a look around the town--if you can call
this a town."

"It's the capital of Kropotkin," Tog said placatingly, though with a
mocking background in her tone. "Name of Bakunin. And very pleasant, too,
from what little I've seen. Not a bit of smog, industrial fumes, street
dirt, street noises--"

"How could there be?" he injected disgustedly. "There isn't any industry,
there aren't any cars, and for all practical purposes, no streets. The
houses are a quarter of a mile or so apart."

She laughed at him again. "City boy," she said. "Go on out there and enjoy
nature a little. It'll do you good. Anybody who has cooped himself up in
that one big city, Earth, all his life ought to enjoy seeing what the
great outdoors l