All around us and behind they were massed solidly--there was simply nothing to do but go forward--or fight.
We held a consultation.
"I never fought with women in my life," said Terry, greatly perturbed, "but I'm not going in there.

I'm not going to be--herded in--as if we were in a cattle chute." "We can't fight them, of course," Jeff urged.

"They're all women, in spite of their nondescript clothes; nice women, too; good strong sensible faces.

I guess we'll have to go in." "We may never get out, if we do," I told them.

"Strong and sensible, yes; but I'm not so sure about the good.