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carriage we went and drove to a place like a luggage depot. No adjutant,
nothing but giggling boys. Our coachman became restive and said his
horses were tired of the rain, so we deposited the old lady,
substituted a man in American clothes who seemed sympathetic, and drove
back to the Prefect's office with him. There we found a sleepy
lieutenant who ordered coffee, while our American-speaking friend
explained to him that we were very Great People, and that something
ought immediately to be done for us. So the officer promised to get the
Prefect as soon as possible, and we went to the hotel to drink more
coffee with our baggy-trousered friend, who told us that he was one of a
huge contingent of Montenegrins who had travelled from America to fight
for the little country. "Say, who are your pals?" said a nasal voice,
and the owner, a pleasant-looking man in a broad-shouldered mackintosh,
took a seat at our table. He was also a Montenegrin, and had been mining
in America for some years.


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