We
made some of them move up a little, stowed our blankets and knapsacks,
and sat amongst them.
"Are you all right?" shouted the station-master.
"Yes."
"Good-bye, then. Lie down when you come to the bridges, or you'll get
your heads knocked off."
We lay down at once, taking no risks, not knowing when the bridges were
coming. Luckily the wind was with us, and the night was warm. The engine
showered sparks into the air, which fell little hot touches on to our
faces and hands. Later a little rain fell.
Kralievo at three a.m. We did not know the town so Jo stormed the
telegraph office. The officials tried to shut the door, but she got her
foot into it.
"When I ask you a polite question you might answer it," she said.
"You can get shelter next door," said one grumpily.
We tried next door. It was crowded, and the heat within was unbearable.
We saw a door in the opposite wall and opened it--back into the
telegraph office. There were people sleeping there already, so without
asking permission we dumped our baggage and lay down on the floor.
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