Here, too, were sleeping men, and all along the balconies and
passages were more.
We found Holmes' room. West was there, rather white and just recovering
from the anaesthetic. We sat down. Dr. Holmes had thought of coming with
us, but the authorities had looked suspiciously at his passes, which
were made out to Mitrovitza, so he decided to go on there. We wished
that he had come, as a doctor would have been a great comfort had we
really needed him.
After a rest West was well enough to go back to the camp.
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CHAPTER XX
THE UNKNOWN ROAD
As we stood around the camp fire drinking our cocoa a queer ragged old
Albanian crept up and watched us with a smile. He was the owner of the
house near by, whose palings we had almost looted. We offered him cocoa,
which he liked immensely; and asked him about the road to Tutigne. He
said--
"There is a road for carts--I know it."
"Will you show it us?" said Jo.
He gave a wild yell and ran away, waving a stick.
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