It went downwards, so
we thought it might be the right one. Suddenly it turned in the wrong
direction, but as there were hoof marks on it we decided to follow it as
it must lead somewhere--we could not search the whole countryside with a
candle. Just as we were in despair the road seemed to shake itself and
twisted back again. We heard more shouting and saw a light, and at last
found Miss Brindley and Mawson, who were waiting for us.
"We have been to the village," they said.
We asked them about the horses. They said they were all there!!!!
That professor again!
Some one heard trickling water, and with a cry of joy we put our mouths
under the jet of water which spouted from a little trough which jutted
from the hill. Nothing could be seen of the village when we arrived, but
it seemed very long and very stony. An old peasant with a candle led us
for what seemed miles between high palisades of wood until we reached
the inn.
There was a big room with a stove in the middle and many Montenegrins in
uniform were sitting about.
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