"Don't act like a bear with a sore head," I begged him.
"We're getting on finely. Every day we can understand them better,
and pretty soon we can make a reasonable plea to be let out--"
"LET out!" he stormed. "LET out--like children kept after
school. I want to Get Out, and I'm going to. I want to find the
men of this place and fight!--or the girls--"
"Guess it's the girls you're most interested in," Jeff commented.
"What are you going to fight WITH--your fists?"
"Yes--or sticks and stones--I'd just like to!" And Terry squared
off and tapped Jeff softly on the jaw. "Just for instance," he said.
"Anyhow," he went on, "we could get back to our machine and clear out."
"If it's there," I cautiously suggested.
"Oh, don't croak, Van! If it isn't there, we'll find our way down
somehow--the boat's there, I guess."
It was hard on Terry, so hard that he finally persuaded us to
consider a plan of escape. It was difficult, it was highly dangerous,
but he declared that he'd go alone if we wouldn't go with him, and of
course we couldn't think of that.
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