CHAPTER XI.
"KILL! KILL!" The Gray Mahatma sat still, contemplating with apparent equanimity his end that should begin at midnight, and I sat contemplating him, when suddenly a new idea occurred to me.
"You intend to surrender to your executioners at midnight ?" I asked him.
He nodded gravely.
"Suppose she keeps us locked in here; what then?
You say you can't use your science to get out of here.

What if you're late for the assignation ?" "You forget," he said with a deprecating gesture, "that they can see exactly where I am at any time! If they enter the cavern of vision and turn on the power they can see us now, instantly.

They know perfectly well that my intention is to surrender to them.

Therefore they will take care to make my escape from this place possible." Five minutes later the door opened suddenly, and six women marched in.
Two of them had wave-edged daggers, two had clubs, and the other two brought food and water.

It was pretty good food, and there was enough of it for two; but the women would not say a word in answer to my questions.
They set the food and water down and filed out one by one, the last one guarding the retreat of all the rest and slipping out backward, pulling the door shut after her.