"The men may live in separate towns, or
they may have subdued them--somehow--and keep them shut up.
But there must be some."
"That last suggestion of yours is a nice one, Van,"
Terry protested. "Same as they've got us subdued and shut up!
you make me shiver."
"Well, figure it out for yourself, anyway you please. We saw
plenty of kids, the first day, and we've seen those girls--"
"Real girls!" Terry agreed, in immense relief. "Glad you
mentioned 'em. I declare, if I thought there was nothing in the
country but those grenadiers I'd jump out the window."
"Speaking of windows," I suggested, "let's examine ours."
We looked out of all the windows. The blinds opened easily
enough, and there were no bars, but the prospect was not reassuring.
This was not the pink-walled town we had so rashly entered the
day before. Our chamber was high up, in a projecting wing of a sort
of castle, built out on a steep spur of rock. Immediately below us
were gardens, fruitful and fragrant, but their high walls followed the
edge of the cliff which dropped sheer down, we could not see how far.
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