this enigmatic postcard, and what did it mean? It
seemed almost a solemn warning; yet in a hotel bedroom. What did the
hostess think it meant?

"Never Again."

Some of the men came in cheering, having found Turkish delight in one of
the shops. We were sadly needing sugar, as our last tin had been stolen
along with lots of other things. So we indulged in "Turkish" not wisely.

The professor got up to his old games again. Again he had told the
commandant that he was leading the British, and that we would rest the
next day, and again Jan had to pick him off his perch.

Some got a bed that night, the others had to sleep "in rows," half under
the beds and half projecting out. The people on the beds said it was a
funny sight.

When we unpacked at night we found who had been robbing us. The
policemen. We had missed many more things, but found that the amount
varied in direct ratio to the number of police who guarded us. All our
spare boots were now gone, Blease's overcoat, and also Miss Brindley's.
Jo had lost her only other coat and skirt, and one or two mackintoshes
were missing. Now we knew why the police wore long-skirted coats; but
what a disappointment the one must have had who lifted Jo's coat and
skirt.

Got off again in good time the next morning. Cutting and three others
stayed behind to look after the police. Lucky they did, because one of
the horses wore out, and the police would have left it on the road, pack
and all. As it was we left the horse grazing, but the baggage was
transferred.

There had been a decentish level road made from Andrievitza half way to
Berane, and women were working hard on the extension in the hopes of
getting it finished for the Serbs; but that they could never do, for
there were but few of them. Further on many of the bridges were
unfinished, and in one or two places a landslide had carried away the
road itself, leaving a deep clinging mud in its place, but we were
getting used to mud.

We met "Eyebrows" once more, just at the entrance to the village; but he
was going on to Pod, so had finally got a day ahead of us. Found rooms
in our old resting place.

The professor was threatening to accompany us to Italy--he was like the
old man of the sea. We got a telegram from the English Minister, saying
that he did not think we could ever get to Italy from Scutari. We
preferred to trust to our luck which so far had been wonderful,
especially in the matter of weather. In the evening t