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.
"This won't do!" said Terry to us, quickly.

"We mustn't let them get us in this, boys.

All together, now--" We stopped in our tracks.

We began to explain, to make signs pointing away toward the big forest--indicating that we would go back to it--at once.
It makes me laugh, knowing all I do now, to think of us three boys--nothing else; three audacious impertinent boys--butting 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 women--why, they would be no obstacles at all.
Jeff, with his gentle romantic old-fashioned notions of women as clinging vines.