"Ne snam bogami," he said, twisting a cigarette.
"Well, find out," said Jan.
He lounged away and presently returned with another.
"The colonel has evacuated," said the other; "he went naturally with the Ministry of War to Rashka last night."
We went back in a fury to the mayor.
"You knew this," we cried angrily to him.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Where can we get bread?"
He took up the passes and looked at them. His face lightened.
"This one," he said, turning to another, "is written—Give them bread to the value of three francs. We will give them three francs."