What could be done with them now, at this late hour, the house already a fortress, the enemy in evidence everywhere?
In some manner they must be gotten away at once, safely placed within the protection of friends.

Not only my friendship for the father, and my love for the girl, demanded this, but the fact that they were non-combatants made it imperative.

There was no time to consider methods--already we were within range of the guns, and at any moment might be directly under fire, obliged to resist assault.

I was up the stairs even as the thought occurred, and confronted Hardy in the upper hall.

Conroy had him by the arm, suspicious of the uniform.
"That's all right, Corporal," I said quickly.