We were to go to Pod, and pick up the others. So Jo
stopped tying herself into knots and had to get up and go. We arrived at
Pod to find everybody ill. Two days' sedentary life and Turkish delight
were responsible for this. We suggested castor oil. One had just missed
pleurisy--Whatmough had acted as nurse.
The professor had been trying to pump Stajitch as to our future plans,
as he was again alone and rudderless. Stajitch said--
"Mr. and Mrs. Gordon alone know, and they are in Cettinje."
"Now that's not kind to keep a fellow countryman in the dark," said the
professor.
Stajitch assured him he knew nothing; but the professor walked away,
murmuring that the English were undermining a good Serb boy's character.
And that was the last of the professor.
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CHAPTER XXIII
INTO ALBANIA
We caught the mayor in the morning. He was in his shirt-sleeves and he
said that the auto had been arranged for. It came and we packed in. On
the back perched a boy who outsmelt any Serb we had ever found.
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