The "Stobarts" wished
us good luck, and away we clattered over the rickety bridge, up through
the town and out into the Novi Bazar road. The surface was fairly good,
and the day turned brilliant. We had left the six sisters and their
luggage behind with their respective units, and so had four extra
waggons to carry our stuff. We rattled along cheerily, only dismounting
at the occasional patches of mud which we met.
After a while we decided to lunch. We came to a cafe and halted.
"Have you coffee?" we asked.
"Ima."
"Will you give us all coffee?"
"We have no sugar," said the hostess; so we had no coffee.
We got out a tin of biscuits and lunched on those. As we were passing
them round a soldier stopped.
"What are you selling those for?" he asked, under the impression that we
were a travelling shop. We gave him some, to his great astonishment.
On we went again. Down below us in a field the corporal spotted a
hayrick. Like stage villains the coachmen clambered down the hill, each
with a rope--spoil from the discarded tents.
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