I can do nothing with them." "Shoot the scoundrels, then!" "It will be a toss up which of us will come out on top if we try that.
Besides, if we begin a fight inside, the Americans will make short work of us." "Well, what in hell are we to do, then ?" "Oh, fight, that's all," said Farnsworth apathetically turning to a small loop-hole and leveling a field glass through it.

"We might make a rush from the gates and stampede them," he presently added.

Then he uttered an exclamation of great surprise.
"There's Lieutenant Beverley out there," he exclaimed.
"You're mistaken, you're excited," Hamilton half sneeringly remarked, yet not without a shade of uneasiness in his expression.

"You forget, sir." "Look for yourself, it's easily settled," and Farnsworth proffered the glass.

"He's there, to a certainty, sir." "I saw Beverley an hour ago," said Helm.