not distinguish the bomb craters from the
ordinary holes in the road. At last I decided that as it was not a
fracture I would go as quickly as I dared. Above the clatter of the
machinery I could hear the weeping of the brother and the intermittent
cries of the wounded man, "Water, water."

"I think he's going," said the girl through the curtains.

At last we reached the hospital. We laid the man on the ground and the
doctors did all they could. But it was useless, the piece of shell had
cut in directly beneath the heart. In ten minutes he was dead. I turned
to the brother and laying both hands upon his shoulders said--

"Your poor brother was too badly hit. We could not save him."

He stared at me for a moment, not understanding. Then he turned and
flung himself down upon the body, weeping more bitterly than before.

I went to the ambulance and took it back to its place.

The aeroplane returning from the arsenal had flung three gratuitous
bombs at the camp itself, one had fallen in the Serbian hospital yard,
and had killed an Austrian prisoner; one had fallen in the top corner of
the camp field, but had not exploded. The third had missed, only by a
little, the room in which the two dead German aeroplanists were lying,
had plunged into the Stobarts' storeroom, and had burst in the last case
of marmalade which they possessed. It was an awful mess. Had it fallen
three yards to the left it would have killed the chief cook, who was
just on the other side of the wall.

I went back to the arsenal. None of the bombs had struck any important
part, almost all had fallen in open places, though one had burst on the
roof of the woodshed, only a few yards from the petrol store. Two cans
of petrol had been punctured by bits of shell, and Austrian prisoners
were hurriedly pumping them out. Almost half the work of the arsenal was
done by Austrian prisoners. Another bomb had fallen in the horseshoe
store, and inside horseshoes were everywhere, some even sticking in the
beams like great staples. I had no idea before that the bombs had such
force. Sava said he had been standing in a doorway and a bomb had
exploded quite close, a piece had whizzed by his nose and had torn down
the name board over his head. When he turned round to go on with the
work the aide had fled and never appeared again.

I met Dr. Churchin. He is one of the best Serbs I have yet met, a
philosopher. He was looking after the English units in Kragujevatz and I
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