"Those women!"
Matt frowned. "How so?"
"Frankly, Matt, they're raising hell. They demand that they be released."
"Let them demand."
"Well, what are you going to do with them?"
Matt said, "That must be decided later." He cast a sidelong glance at Lynn. "At the moment, it's more important that we get organized."
"Yes," agreed the director, "but some of the men are—er—anxious that the prisoners' fate be settled. In fact one or two were inclined to take it into their own hands. Nesbit's in back of it."
Matt's jaw set. He smashed his fist on the table so that the cups danced. "Oh, no! We're not going to have those women running loose inside the fort. They'd be worse than a Trojan horse any day.
"We've got work to do. And until we get settled, those women stay behind bars."
Isaac swallowed. "I'm in complete accord. After all, I'm beyond the age when women mean anything to me, but Nesbit—"