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It came upon him with paralyzing force。 Once more he was the ant lost from the hill； the bee from the destroyed hive； the motherless child！ He paused and stood still； feeling the cold sweat start。 No； the United States of America was only a name far in the past！ He must act by himself； or with what support he himself could rally。 There was no policeman or sheriff； or district attorney or judge； anywhere； to whom he could look。
He was gripping the hammer…handle so hard that his knuckles hurt。 〃I can't go back！〃 he thought。 Then he mustered all his courage； and slid one foot forward in front of the other。
Once he was moving again； once action had succeeded thought； he felt better。 He saw them now； ahead； as he had expected； at the ashes of the bonfire。 Almost all the younger ones were there； and Ezra with them。 They stood and sat and lounged around Charlie； and he was telling them things； laughing and joking as he went along。 All this was just about what Ish had expected； and only when he had looked more closely did a sudden feeling of coldness seem to begin at his stomach and then flow out until it came clear to the ends of his fingers and toes。 His right hand had gripped harder； vise…like； on the hammer…handle。
Close to the center of the group； right beside Charlie； Evie was sitting； the half…witted one； and there was a look on her face that Ish had never seen there before。
Ish was about ten paces from Charlie when he noticed。 He halted。 Some of the children had seen him； but they were interested in the story； and no one had paid him any attention。 He stood there； as if not yet officially present。
He paused。 It seemed a long time。 But he could feel his heart throbbing； and it did not pound more than a few times。
He felt the coldness ooze away。 Now he was ready for action。 He was almost happy。 The problem had suddenly taken form； and even the worst problem in definite form was better than a fog lurking in corners。 You could not bat a mere suggestion of evil。
Still； through the long period of a few more heart…beats； he stood there。 The problem had revealed itself and taken shape suddenly。 That too was part of their present way of life。 In the Old Days a crisis simmered and stewed； and you read the newspapers for weeks and months before the strike broke or the bombs fell。 When you were dealing with only a few people； a crisis came quickly。
He looked。 Evie was at the center of the group； and usually you could count upon her being somewhere on the outskirts。 Usually she paid only furtive attention to what was happening； now she kept her face directed at Charlie's； seeming to drink his words in； although she certainly did not understand much of what he was saying。 There was something more there than the desire to understand his words。 They were sitting close together。
Was it for this； Ish thought with bitterness； that they had cared for Evie？ Ezra had found her…dirty； groveling； and unkempt； living in filth with merely enough intelligence to open cans to feed herself on whatever they contained； without cooking or preparation。 It would have been better； he had often thought； if they had merely put a can of sweet ant…poison within her reach somewhere。 As it was； they had cared for her through so many years； and she had certainly been no pleasure to them and probably no pleasure to herself。 Their caring for her had been； he thought sometimes； merely a curious lingering of an old standard of humanitarianism。
Now he looked again at the group before him； and in Evie he noticed something that had never been so apparent to him before。 That was the trouble of too long familiarity； just as a picture on the wall became something you did not notice at all； so a person whom you knew for many years tended to lose individual characteristics。 Evie； he realized now； was a fully developed woman； startlingly blond； in a special way； beautiful。 You had to forget； of course； the strangeness of her eyes； and a vacancy in her face。 And that was something which he； Ish； could never really do。 But to a man like Charlie； such matters were not important。 Yes； as Ezra had said； Charlie knew what he wanted； and what he wanted he wanted quickly。 Indeed； was there any reason why he should delay？
Ish gripped hard on the hammer…handle。 He took fort from it； but he had bee very conscious that it was not a pistol。
A sudden burst of laughter came at something which Charlie was saying。 Looking at Evie again； Ish saw that she too was laughing in a high； uncontrolled giggle； as she laughed； Charlie reached across and pinched her in the ribs。 She screamed girlishly； high and shrill。 Then as Ish drew near； his presence all at once seemed to bee official； and everyone turned to look at him。 Instantly； Ish realized that they had been waiting for him； that the new situation had disturbed them all； and that they were looking for some suggestion of what to do。 He walked forward steadily toward Charlie； still gripping hard with his right hand； but taking care not to clench his left fist； in spite of his rising anger。
As Ish drew near； Charlie…nonchalantly almost…reached out with his right arm； and put it around Evie and drew her close to him。 She seemed surprised； but yielded fortably。 Charlie looked at Ish； and Ish knew that this was the crisis of open defiance。
Ish mutely accepted the challenge； he felt calmer now。 This was no time to let anger disturb one's thoughts。 Now that there was action； he could think more clearly。
〃All of you go somewhere for a while！〃 he said loudly。 There was no need for finesse or excuses； they all knew something was going to happen。
〃I want to talk to Charlie here alone for a few minutes。 Ezra； you take Evie over to Molly's。 She needs her hair bed。〃
There was no argument； everybody left so readily that they must really have been a little frightened。 By having Ezra go； Ish was losing his best ally； but to have had him stay would have been a confession of weakness before all of the others； including Charlie。
Then the two of them were left there alone…Ish standing； as he had been when he spoke； Charlie； still sitting。 Charlie made no gesture of rising； so Ish too sat down。 He would not stand when the other sat so lazily。 Charlie was still wearing his vest； although he had no coat on and had unbuttoned the vest so that it hung loosely from him。 There were six feet between them as they sat on the ground and looked at each other。 Ish saw no reason to beat about the bush。
〃All I want to say is that you must quit this with Evie。〃
Charlie was equally direct。
〃Who says so？〃
Ish considered for words。 He might say 〃we〃 but that was vague。 If he could have said 〃We； the people〃 that would have been better； but he knew that Charlie would think it ridiculous。 He did not want to pause longer； and so he spoke。 〃I say so。〃
Charlie said nothing in return； he sat there。 He picked up a few little pebbles from the ground and idly twitched them with his left hand； throwing them here and there。 He could not have stated； any more clearly； his disrespect。
At last Charlie spoke。 〃There's lots of old wise…cracks you can say when any guy says to you 'I say so。' You know what they are； so let's skip them。 I'm reasonable； though。 Why don't you tell me just why you want me to lay off Evie？ She your girl； maybe？〃
Ish spoke quickly。
〃This is it；〃 he said。 〃It's simple enough。 We're a pretty good bunch of people here； not mental giants； any of us I guess； but still nobody too downright stupid。 We don't want a lot of little half…witted brats running in on us； the sort of children Evie would have。〃
Only when he had stopped speaking； did he realize that by speaking at all in reply to Charlie's question； he had made a mistake。 Like any intellectual； he had been happy to stop manding and begin arguing； and so he had admitted that his mand was non…effective。 Now； in spite of himself； he felt in second place； with Charlie the leader。
〃Hell！〃 said Charlie。 〃What makes you think she's been around here all this time and not had plenty of chances to have kids with all those boys around； if she was going to have any？〃
〃The boys never touched Evie；〃 said Ish。 〃She was something they grew up with； she was taboo。 And besides； all the boys were married off as early as they could be。〃
He was still arguing； and was perhaps at the bad end of the argument。
〃So you say again！〃 Charlie's words had the confident ring of the voice of a man feeling himself in control。 〃What you really ought to be glad for is that I picked on that one around here； the only one old enough who ain't married already。 What if I'd liked one of the others； and she； me？ Then you might have a pretty mess on your hands。 You better be glad I was so agreeable。〃
Ish thought wildly for something to say。 What more could be said？ You could not threaten with the police or say that the district attorney might be interested。 He had flung the challenge and been met head on。
No； there was nothing more to say。 Ish got up； turned on his heel； and walked off。 He had a sudden quick memory in his mind of once long before； when he had met a man just after the Gre