But
they promised us as definite information as they were allowed to give if
we would return for tea, by when the aeroplane reconnaissance should
have come in.
We went back to the camp with the news.
Colonel G---- came up and tried to wipe out the impression which he had
made the evening before. He repeated that Uskub must certainly fall
within the week, and that we should be very silly to go off to Novi
Bazar, which we could never reach because the bridge had been washed
away.
All the hill behind was crowded with Austrian prisoners. They had
received one loaf between every three men, and said that it had to last
three days. They did not know where they were going. Blease went through
their lines, and at last found an old servant--a Hungarian. He was a
stoic.
"One lives till one is dead," said he.
The hospital was doing a brisk trade in wounded: sisters and doctors
both hard at work. The "Stobarts" were resting, and had built a camp
fire outside the door of their hovel.
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