"Then that's settled!" said Matt emphatically and went on with his breakfast.
All at once a low buzzing began to sound. "Door?" Matt asked.
Lynn shook her head. "Televisor." She threw a switch in the wall behind her and a small inset screen glowed into life. Captain Bascom's square visage filled the screen.
"So you're finally up," he began without preamble. "You're none too soon. The delegates from the women's camp are on their way with a white flag."
"How many?" Matt asked.
"Four."
"O.K.," said Matt. "Let them in and lock them in the brig. I'll talk to them later."
Captain Bascom looked shocked. "But they're coming with a white flag to parley...."
"I don't care if they're coming with angels. The more we capture, the less are still outside opposing us. Throw them in the jail with the others."