Ferende started violently and turned pale. "No!" she cried, so loud that all three of them glanced apprehensively at the windows. Then lowering her voice:
"Don't ever think of such a thing again. It's too dangerous. She must escape."
"But the Effendi would kill us even for that."
"It must be done in such a way that he will never suspect us."
CHAPTER XXX
A HERO AND A SIX-INCH SHELL
"We must yust take our chances," said Lindbohm. "How far is it from here to the blockhouse?"
Curtis was lying on his stomach behind a rock, with his rifle beside him.
"About sixty or seventy rods," he replied.
"Rods? What is a rod?" asked Lindbohm.