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Mike was not to be found, but the missing horse was discovered
by a small boy in the dry river-bed apparently in search of water. Jan
retired to his bedroom to find that in his absence two more strangers
had burst in, to Jo's indignation. He pushed them out and locked the
door.
When we awoke the Sirdar had already retaken his whirlwind
course--evidently grave news called him to Cettinje--leaving the
orderly's gallant horse dead behind him.
"He kills many horses," said a peasant, shaking his head; "he rides
fast--always."
We crossed the dry bed of the river and prepared for the hill in front
of us. Suddenly Mike's horse plunged into a bog. The poor beast sprawled
in the treacherous green up to its stomach, and, thinking its last hour
had come, groaned loudly. Mike threw himself from the saddle, and with
great effort at last extracted his horse, which emerged trembling and
dripping with slime. Mike grinned ruefully.
"I orter remembered," he admitted. "Sirdar, 'e get in dere one day
'imself.


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