"Whose bread?" asked he.
"Ours."
"Will you sell me a loaf?"
"We won't sell a crumb."
We bought some apples from a man with a Roman lever balance, and chewed them as we went along.
At the hospital the "Stobarts" were packing up. A motor was coming for them in the afternoon. We heard that Dr. May and the Krag people were at Studenitza, an old monastery, halfway along the road to Rashka. On the flat fields behind the station were another gang of "Stobarts," the dispensary from Lapovo. One Miss H—— was in trouble, for thieves had pushed their arms beneath the tent flaps in the night and had captured her best boots.
"There are cases full of boots on the railway," said some one, consoling.
"But those are men's boots," said another.
Part of the morning we spent sitting on the banks of the Ebar River and watching the bridge, wondering if Ellis would come with his car. Ten times we thought we could see it, and each time were deceived.