Some of our party were already asleep, worn
out on the benches. We opened a tin of beef, got some bread and kaimack
and woke up the others for their evening meal. While we were eating a
Montenegrin staff officer said--
"Your commandant, the professor--"
"What?" said we.
"Your commandant, the professor, has said you will rest here to-morrow."
We told him the professor was no commandant of ours, and that we
certainly would not rest there to-morrow.
"Well," said the staff officer, "he has certainly ordered horses for the
day after from the captain."
We were too tired to rectify matters at once, and our meal finished, we
rolled up on the dirty floor.
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CHAPTER XXI
THE FLEA-PIT
Those comfortable folks who have never slept out of a bed do not know
how annoying a blanket may be, if there is nothing into which to tuck
its folds. Wrap yourself up in one, lie flat and motionless on the
floor, and we guarantee that in an hour the blanket has unrolled itself
and is making frantic efforts to escape.
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