To their great surprise we demanded something to eat.
"Supper is at nine," they said severely.
"But we have had nothing since ten this morning," we protested.
"But supper will be ready at nine," they said again.
After a lot of trouble we got some scrambled eggs, but nothing would persuade our guide, whose name, by the way, was "Mike," to have anything. It almost seemed improper to eat at the wrong hours, even if one was hungry.
After supper we sat growing colder and colder. At last, in desperation, we asked if there were no place in the village which had a fire.
"Oh yes, there is a fire in the other café," and thither we were conducted.
We were in a jolly wooden room, with a blazing stove and a most welcome fugginess. The hostess brought us rakia, coffee and walnuts, and did her utmost to make us comfortable. Montenegrins crowded in, and discussed the probable end of the war. There was little enthusiasm shown, most of the talk was of the hardships, and a little grumbling that the farms were going to pieces because of the lack of men.
Before leaving Plevlie, Dr. Clemow had presented Jan with a box of Red Cross cigars, and he handed one to the captain. The official received it gratefully.