"And how about this danger theory all our guides were so sure of?"

"Danger enough, Terry, and we'll have to be mighty careful.
Women of that stage of culture are quite able to defend themselves
and have no welcome for unseasonable visitors."

We talked and talked.

And with all my airs of sociological superiority I was no
nearer than any of them.

It was funny though, in the light of what we did find, those
extremely clear ideas of ours as to what a country of women
would be like. It was no use to tell ourselves and one another that
all this was idle speculation. We were idle and we did speculate,
on the ocean voyage and the river voyage, too.

"Admitting the improbability," we'd begin solemnly, and
then launch out again.

"They would fight among themselves," Terry insisted.
"Women always do. We mustn't look to find any sort of order
and organization."

"You're dead wrong," Jeff told him. "It will be like a nunnery
under an abbess--a peaceful, harmonious sisterhood."

I snorted derision at this idea.

"Nuns, indeed! Your peaceful sisterhoods were all celibate, Jeff,