Every night on the road
resolved into a half-dazed attempt to hold on to the elusive wrap. Sleep
came in as a second consideration, and when we say we awoke on any
particular morning, it really means that we got up, though several of us
in the intervals of blanket catching did get in a snore or two.
Well, we got up, then, in good time next day, hoping to rectify the
professor's interference, and stumbling along with Stajitch, we reached
the high-roofed "Duerer" dwelling where resided the commandant of the
village. In the kitchen we found two women with bare feet, two children
and a man half undressed. He brought in the captain, also in negligee.
Now, mark, we were in Montenegro. We exposed our grievance to the
captain and roundly denounced the professor as an interfering old
beggar. The captain first gave us coffee, second hurried us to his
office, third called in three henchmen and issued rapid orders.
"Certainly, certainly. You shall have all the horses you need. Just only
wait one little quarter of an hour.
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