"Studied as curiosities," I told them. "But anyhow, we want food.
So now for a sortie!"
A sortie was not so easy.
The bathroom only opened into our chamber, and that had
but one outlet, a big heavy door, which was fastened.
We listened.
"There's someone outside," Jeff suggested. "Let's knock."
So we knocked, whereupon the door opened.
Outside was another large room, furnished with a great table
at one end, long benches or couches against the wall, some smaller
tables and chairs. All these were solid, strong, simple in structure,
and comfortable in use--also, incidentally, beautiful.
This room was occupied by a number of women, eighteen to
be exact, some of whom we distinctly recalled.
Terry heaved a disappointed sigh. "The Colonels!" I heard
him whisper to Jeff.
Jeff, however, advanced and bowed in his best manner; so did
we all, and we were saluted civilly by the tall-standing women.
We had no need to make pathetic pantomime of hunger; the
smaller tables were already laid with food, and we were gravely
invited to be seated.
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