iar!" promptly cried the Montenegrin, and received a
bullet in the thigh as an answer from the enraged Turk. Not seriously
hurt, the Montenegrin, equally quickly, drew his revolver and, using
it as a club, knocked the Turk insensible; in fact, he was thought to
be dead. However, we afterwards heard that he had recovered.

Shortly afterwards we were spending a few days in Cetinje, and were
again witnesses of the final act of another small drama which was
enacted about this time.

One morning we saw about twenty Montenegrins brought into the town
heavily chained, and on inquiry we were told the following story.

A young man, whom we will call Andreas to prevent confusion, had been
for some time in Austria, and not finding work he returned to his
village, named Ljubotin, half-way between Rijeka and Cetinje, or, to
be more correct, just below the Bella Vista in the hollow. He arrived
in the night, penniless and in a desperate condition, and waited
outside his widowed mother's house till he saw that all the men, his
relations, had left and gone to work in the fields. Entering the house
he demanded money of his aged mother, who indignantly refused him--he
seems to have been a bad lot altogether--and as he threatened to take
it by force, she hurriedly called in the village kmet, or mayor, to
protect her. But the kmet was also aged and infirm, and brought a
young man with him. This young man remonstrated with Andreas, who was
breaking open the chest, and said--

"Give me thy revolver."

"Thus I give it thee," answered Andreas, and drawing his revolver he
shot the man dead.

Andreas then fled out of the house into the fields, and the murdered
man's relations speedily gathered together and pursued him. They
espied the fugitive running and fired at him, whereupon Andreas threw
up his arms and fell to the ground. His pursuers thinking him dead,
left him. Andreas was in reality shamming, and crawling through the
bushes saw his uncle at work and promptly fired at _him_.

This time he met his deserts, for his uncle, unhurt, returned the
compliment and shot him through the head.

These shots brought the original pursuers to the spot, and seeing
Andreas dead, and shot by his uncle and not by them, they began
abusing the old man for taking their lawful prey from them.

He bared his chest dramatically, saying that as he knew that the
vendetta must continue, they should shoot him then and there and end
the matter. But they would