"They had the grip," replied Dozia.
"And the pass word?"
"I didn't try it."
"We have to--spies could defeat us."
"All right. Wait," and the fearless Dozia crept through the line of masked figures until she reached number forty-eight. Here she halted.
"Grip?" she whispered, and the figure gripped.
"Password?" she ordered again, but no word came.
"Give the password," she hissed into the ear--this time very distinctly. But only a mumble came from the now shifting mask.
"Step out!" ordered Dozia, and the girl in place "forty-eight" instantly ducked the line and ran toward the lake, Dozia close at her heels.
"You may as well stop!" called the soph. "We will get you if we have to put off this election to do it."