There was a big room with a stove in the middle and many Montenegrins in uniform were sitting about. Some of our party were already asleep, worn out on the benches. We opened a tin of beef, got some bread and kaimack and woke up the others for their evening meal. While we were eating a Montenegrin staff officer said—
"Your commandant, the professor—"
"What?" said we.
"Your commandant, the professor, has said you will rest here to-morrow."
We told him the professor was no commandant of ours, and that we certainly would not rest there to-morrow.
"Well," said the staff officer, "he has certainly ordered horses for the day after from the captain."
We were too tired to rectify matters at once, and our meal finished, we rolled up on the dirty floor.
