“These aren’t,” he said in a subdued, frightened voice, “the travellers I’m looking for.” “They can go about their business,” said Mr. Baxter in a low voice. Colman bit his lip but could do little. He wanted to uphold the Rules, but he didn’t want to be dead. And he couldn’t do both. “You can go about your business,” said Colman. “Move along,” said Mr. Baxter. Colman stepped aside and waved us past. “Move along.”
