They snored and coughed all night, and spat about in the dark. Those who
were sleeping near cowered beneath the mackintosh sheets and prayed for
luck. But in the morning we found that they had been spitting on the
wall.
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CHAPTER XXIV
"ONE MORE RIBBER TO CROSS"
The Mayor of Alessio had said that there were lots of horses, if we had
Essad's permission; but the Turkish captain said that there were none,
only at San Giovanni were they to be found. It was pelting with rain,
but Blease and we decided to walk over to explore for ourselves. Jan
first wrote a very stiff letter to the Governor of Scutari about the
non-arrival of the telegram, and off we went, having borrowed oilskins
and sou'westers. The Serb captain insisted on coming with us.
In half an hour the storm had made the stony road into a series of deep
ponds which nearly joined each other, so Jo tucked her now ragged skirt
into a bright woven Serbian belt and walked along with the water
streaming from coat to boots.
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