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CHAPTER XVIII
THE FLIGHT OF SERBIA
The men were up before three-thirty to strike the tents, having slept
but little. Breakfast was prepared and waiting at five-thirty in the big
hospital bedroom; but the women ate of it alone.
Jo sallied forth to the camp, anxious to know what had happened. She
found a testy little company. For two hours they had been struggling in
the dark with tents and waiting for the carts and for a policeman, as
all the riff-raff of the town was gathering to loot our leavings.
At last the carts were run to earth standing outside the hospital in a
line--ten little springless carts in charge of a stupid-looking corporal
who had misunderstood his orders. He moreover refused to move, saying he
"had his orders."
The indefatigable Churchin was found, and sent him off with a flea in
his ear. When he arrived at the camp we found a woman and household
luggage in one of the carts. He said it was his wife, and objected to
our putting anything into that cart.
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