We called. He
appeared to take no notice. At last he turned round saying--
"The horse will not."
Jo leapt in the air kicking.
"Do that with your heels," she said.
But we had to send the policeman to help him. He rode hour by hour,
hitting his beast with a bent umbrella, and lifting two fat hands to
heaven.
"Teshko" (It is hard), he whined.
"_Ni_ je teshko" (It is not hard), said Miss Brindley, cheerfully
trudging along.
We wanted to stop at the top of a hill for lunch.
"Horrible," he said. "Here the brigands will shoot us from the bushes,"
and pushed ahead, being held on by the grinning policeman.
We pulled out some biscuits and margarine, and drank water from our
bottles, cigarettes went round, and we charged ahead. In front was the
professor falling off his horse and being put on again.
We were very anxious about the frontier. Most of our party were
travelling without official permits, as they had known nothing about
such things; but we hoped that being English Red Cross and having
passports there would not be much trouble.
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