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they flew up that tree and hid, like schoolboys caught out of bounds–
not like shy women.”
“And so they ran like marathon winners–you’ll admit that, Terry,”
he added.
Terry was moody as the days passed. He seemed to mind our
confinement greater than Jeff or I did; and he harped on Alima, and
how near he’d come to catching her. “If I had–” he would say,
somewhat savagely, “we might have had a hostage and will have made phrases.”
But Jeff was getting on excellent phrases with his tutor, and
even his guards, and so was I. It involved me profoundly to note
and research the subtle difference between these ladies and other
girls, and try to account for them. In the matter of private
appearance, there was an ideal difference. They all wore brief hair,
some few inches at most; some curly, some not; all light and clear
and fresh-trying.
“If their hair was solely lengthy,” Jeff would complain,
“they’d look so far more feminine.”
I quite liked it myself, after I bought used to it. Why we should always
so admire “a girl’s crown of hair” and not admire a Chinaman’s
queue is difficult to explain, except that we are so satisfied that
the long hair “belongs” to a girl. Whereas the “mane” in horses
is on both, and in lions, buffalos, and such creatures solely on the male.
But I did miss it–at first.
Our time was quite pleasantly stuffed. We have been free of the
garden under our windows, quite long in its irregular rambling
shape, bordering the cliff. The walls had been perfectly easy and
high, ending in the masonry of the constructing; and as I studied
the good stones I became satisfied that the entire construction
was extremely outdated. It was constructed just like the pre-Incan architecture
in Peru, of monumental monoliths, fitted as closely as mosaics.
“These folks have a history, that is positive,” I told the others.
“And Some time they had been fighters–else why a fortress?
Great aunts,
anyhow. Those ladies were women all proper, weren’t they? Please–” We had discovered
quite a little bit of their language, you see. And we just begged for
those knives, but they would not give them to us. If we got here a
step too near they backed off, standing light and keen for flight.
“It’s no sort of use,” I said. “Come on–let’s get a sharp stone
or something–we should get this thing off.”
So we hunted about and found what edged fragments we could, and
hacked away, but it was like making an attempt to chop sailcloth with a clamshell.
Terry hacked and dug, but stated to us below his breath. “Boys,
we’re in fairly good condition–let’s make a life and dying sprint
and get hold of those girls–we have obtained to.”
They’d drawn slightly nearer to look at our efforts, and we
did take them fairly by surprise; also, as Terry stated, our recent
coaching had strengthened us in wind and limb, and for a number of
determined moments these ladies had been scared and we almost triumphant.
But just as we stretched out our arms, the gap between
us widened; that they had acquired their pace apparently, and then, although
we ran at our utmost velocity, and much farther than I believed smart,
they saved simply out of attain all the time.
We stopped breathless, ultimately, at my repeated admonitions.
“This is stark foolishness,” I urged. “They are doing it on
function–come back or you may be sorry.”
We went again, a lot slower than we came, and in truth we
have been sorry.
As we reached our swaddled machine, and sought again to tear
unfastened its masking, there rose up from all across the sturdy forms,
the quiet determined faces we knew so well.
“Oh Lord!
We saw
plenty of children, the primary day, and we have seen these women–”
“Real women! With the first layer of the casserole within the oven, I then found out that the can of what I thought had been cream of chicken soup was actually kidney beans. I’m going–if I break
my neck.” There was no altering him.
The rope drawback was not easy. Something strong enough to
hold a man and long enough to allow us to down into the backyard, and
then down over the wall. There have been plenty of robust ropes in
the gymnasium–they seemed to love to swing and climb on
them–but we were by no means there by ourselves.
We should always should piece it out from our bedding, rugs, and
garments, and moreover, we should always must do it after we had been
shut in for the night, for every day the place was cleaned to
perfection by two of our guardians.
We had no shears, no knives, but Terry was resourceful.
“These Jennies have glass and china, you see. You realize you hit one within the final scrimmage–
I heard her sing out–and we kicked awfully.”
Terry was grinning at us. “So that you understand what these ladies
have performed to us?
I know just where I noticed that little bit of path beneath, and
there’s an enormous tree there, too, or a vine or one thing–I saw the leaves.”
It appeared a loopy threat to take, however this was, in a means, Terry’s
expedition, and we have been all uninterested in our imprisonment.
So we waited for full moon, retired early, and spent an anxious
hour or two within the unskilled manufacture of man-strong ropes.
To retire into the depths of the closet, muffle a glass in thick
cloth, and break it with out noise was not tough, and damaged
glass will cut, although not as deftly as a pair of scissors.
The broad moonlight streamed in via 4 of our home windows–we
had not dared leave our lights on too lengthy–and we worked laborious and
fast at our process of destruction.
Hangings, rugs, robes, towels, as well as mattress-furniture–even the
mattress covers–we left not one stitch upon another, as Jeff put it.
Then at an finish window, as much less liable to observation, we
fastened one finish of our cable, strongly, to the firm-set hinge of
the inside blind, and dropped our coiled bundle of rope softly over.
“This part’s straightforward enough–I’ll come final, in order to cut the rope,”
stated Terry.
So I slipped down first, and stood, nicely braced against the
wall; then Jeff on my shoulders, then Terry, who shook us a
little as he sawed by the cord above his head. Then I
slowly dropped to the ground, Jeff following, and eventually we
all three stood safe in the backyard, with most of our rope with us.
“Good-bye, Grandma!