He told us that the Transport
Board had promised him ten ox carts for the morrow. Two large motor
lorries had turned up to take the two contingents of the "Stobarts."
They were packing in, and we asked them to take our holdall as far as
Rashka, for we were still distrustful of the ox carts. We had begun to
get into a habit of not believing in anything till it was actually
there.
An Englishman came suddenly in with a face purple with anger and
swearing. He was the dispenser from Krag who had been left at Lapovo to
bring on the stores.
"What's the matter?" we cried.
"Brought my motor from Lapovo with the hospital stuff," he said
furiously. "Left it out there on the road. Came in here to tell you
about it; and when I go back the cussed thing isn't there. Found all the
stores in a beastly bullock cart. The people said that a Serb officer
had come along, turned all our stuff out, and gone off with the motor. *
* * *."
There was nothing to be done, so we went on packing. An aeroplane was
seen in the distance; everybody watched it.
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