“Look behind us.” Garraty did. A second halftrack had rolled up, and as he looked, a third fell in behind it, coming in off a side road. “The Major’s coming,” Stebbins said, “and everybody will cheer.” He smiled, and his smile was oddly lizardlike. “They don’t really hate him yet. Not yet. They just think they do. They think they’ve been through hell. But wait until tonight. Wait until tomorrow.” Garraty looked at Stebbins uneasily. “What if they hiss and boo and throw canteens at him, or something?” “Are you going to hiss and boo and throw your canteen?” “No.” “Neither will anyone else.
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