Terry, with his clear decided practical theories that there were two kinds of women--those he wanted and those he didn't; Desirable and Undesirable was his demarcation.

The latter as a large class, but negligible--he 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 friendliness--a 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 directions--but 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.