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He tried again, this time bringing out a circlet of rhinestones, a glittering crown that should have pleased any woman on earth. He made a brief address, including Jeff and me as partners in his enterprise, and with another bow presented this. Again his gift was accepted and, as before, passed out of sight.
âIf they were only younger,â he muttered between his teeth. âWhat on earth is a fellow to say to a regiment of old Colonels like this?â
In all our discussions and speculations we had always unconsciously assumed that the women, whatever else they might be, would be young. Most men do think that way, I fancy.
âWomanâ in the abstract is young, and, we assume, charming. As they get older they pass off the stage, somehow, into private ownership mostly, or out of it altogether. But these good ladies were very much on the stage, and yet any one of them might have been a grandmother.
We looked for nervousnessâ âthere was none.
For terror, perhapsâ âthere was none.
For uneasiness, for curiosity, for excitementâ âand all we saw was what might have been a vigilance committee of women doctors, as cool as cucumbers, and evidently meaning to take us to task for being there.
Six of them stepped forward now, one on either side of each of us, and indicated that we were to go with them. We thought it best to accede, at first anyway, and marched along, one of these close at each elbow, and the others in close masses before, behind, on both sides.
A large building opened before us, a very heavy thick-walled impressive place, big, and old-looking; of gray stone, not like the rest of the town.
âThis wonât do!â said Terry to us, quickly. âWe mustnât let them get us in this, boys. All together, nowâ ââ
We stopped in our tracks. We began to explain, to make signs pointing away toward the big forestâ âindicating that we would go back to itâ âat once.
It makes me laugh, knowing all I do now, to think of us three boysâ ânothing else; three audacious impertinent boysâ âbutting into an unknown country without any sort of a guard or defense. We seemed to think that if there were men we could fight them, and if there were only womenâ âwhy, they would be no obstacles at all.
Jeff, with his gentle romantic old-fashioned notions of women as clinging vines. Terry, with his clear decided practical theories that there were two kinds of womenâ âthose he wanted and those he didnât; Desirable and Undesirable was his demarcation. The latter as a large class, but negligibleâ âhe had never thought about them at all.
And now here they were, in great numbers, evidently indifferent to what he might think, evidently determined on some purpose of their own regarding him, and apparently well able to enforce their purpose.
We all thought hard just then. It had not seemed wise to object to going with them, even if we could have; our one chance was friendlinessâ âa civilized attitude on both sides.
But once inside that building, there was no knowing what these determined ladies might do to us. Even a peaceful detention was not to our minds, and when we named it imprisonment it looked even worse.
So we made a stand, trying to make clear that we preferred the open country. One of them came forward with a sketch of our flier, asking by signs if we were the aerial visitors they had seen.
This we admitted.
They pointed to it again, and to the outlying country, in different directionsâ âbut we pretended we did not know where it was, and in truth we were not quite sure and gave a rather wild indication of its whereabouts.
Again they motioned us to advance, standing so packed about the door that there remained but the one straight path open. All around us and behind they were massed solidlyâ âthere was simply nothing to do but go forwardâ âor fight.
We held a consultation.
âI never fought with women in my life,â said Terry, greatly perturbed, âbut Iâm not going in there. Iâm not going to beâ âherded inâ âas if we were in a cattle chute.â
âWe canât fight them, of course,â Jeff urged. âTheyâre all women, in spite of their nondescript clothes; nice women, too; good strong sensible faces. I guess weâll have to go in.â
âWe may never get out, if we do,â I told them. âStrong and sensible, yes; but Iâm not so sure about the good. Look at those faces!â
They had stood at ease, waiting while we conferred together, but never relaxing their close attention.
Their attitude was not the rigid discipline of soldiers; there was no sense of compulsion about them. Terryâs term of a âvigilance committeeâ was highly descriptive. They had just the aspect of sturdy burghers, gathered hastily to meet some common need or peril, all moved by precisely the same feelings, to the same end.
Never, anywhere before, had I seen women of precisely this quality. Fishwives and market women might show similar strength, but it was coarse and heavy. These were merely athleticâ âlight and powerful. College professors, teachers, writersâ âmany women showed similar intelligence but often wore a strained nervous look, while these were as calm as cows, for all their evident intellect.
We observed pretty closely just then, for all of us felt that it was a crucial moment.
The leader gave some word of command and beckoned us on, and the surrounding mass moved a step nearer.
âWeâve got to decide quick,â said Terry.
âI vote to go in,â Jeff urged. But we were two to one against him and he loyally stood by us. We made one more effort to be let go, urgent, but not imploring. In vain.
âNow for a rush, boys!â Terry said. âAnd if we canât break âem, Iâll shoot in the air.â
Then we found ourselves much in the position of the suffragette trying to get to the Parliament buildings through a triple cordon of London police.
The solidity of those women was something amazing. Terry soon found that it was useless, tore
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