"
He objected that he had no boats, and no life-saving apparatus.
"That is nothing. We must get away from here. We will give you a paper
saying that it is on our own responsibility. In this country one cannot
telegraph, the telegrams never arrive. You know the Balkans."
He smiled.
"Oui, oui, c'est un pays ou le Bon Dieu n'a pas passe, ou au moins il a
peut-etre passe en aeroplane."
At last he agreed to take us if we could get a letter from Fabiano, and
so take the responsibility from his shoulders. This we got. Fabiano said
"Au revoir, bon voyage" for the fifth time, and at dawn we got a call,
and quitted the bar-room floor for ever. Fabiano wished us "bon voyage"
for the sixth time in the chilly dawn, and we embarked.
The mate, a little round man, greeted us, and in the moments when they
were not rushing about with ropes and chains the cook explained the
Austrian submarine attack.
"You see, monsieur et dame," said he, "they came in over there. The
_Benedetto_ was lying outside of that sandbank, and that is the torpedo
which is lying on the beach.
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