We could get no bread and so went out once more
into the dark. We did not know where our carts had gone, but some one
said if we went in "that" direction we should find them. On we went
uphill, losing our way in a maize field. In front of us were hundreds of
camp fires. At the first we asked if they had seen the English. They
shrugged their shoulders in negative. We asked at the next; same result.
We had the awful thought that we should have to search every camp fire
before we found our people, but luckily almost fell over Mawson, who had
been fetching water. We were going in quite the wrong direction and but
for this lucky meeting might have wandered for hours.
A good fire was blazing in front of the tents. An Austrian prisoner cut
wood for us in exchange for a meal. He came from a large encampment
whose fires were blazing near by. Dr. Holmes and a sister emerged
through the smoke; they had at last got a cart and horse. With them was
an Austrian subject flying for his life. He had lived for years in
Serbia, his sympathies and ancestry were Serbian, but if the Austrians
got him he would be hanged.
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