, eggs, bread,
cheese and onions, the whole washed down in draughts of fiery spirits.
Not a feast, I grant you, in an epicurean sense, but highly acceptable
in Montenegro. We were waited upon by two women, who were always most
careful to leave the room backwards. Our meal was very jolly, and at
its conclusion we took corners in the room and slept. About three p.m.
we started again for home, taking the fugitive with us.

He had decided to return to his farm, but as we neared the Gusinje
strip of land where he lived the extreme nervous tension of the
morning returned to him. Poor devil, it would be difficult to forget
the sharp sighs which burst from him, when his control over himself
left him for a moment, but it was with a smile and a cigarette between
his lips that he left us, bounding over the ground like a deer.

In all probability he is dead by now.

In Gusinje we made a lengthy halt, while the Voivoda settled several
boundary disputes between the inhabitants, our escort taking up
commanding positions all round us and keeping a very sharp look-out.

It would seem that the Voivoda has right of jurisdiction in this strip
of land, though how we were unable to elicit. At any rate Albanians
came and stated their cases, bringing witnesses, and amongst great
noise the Voivoda gave his judgments, which seemed to be final.

On re-entering Montenegro we dismounted on the bank of the River Lim;
the Voivoda pointed out a stone on the opposite side about three
hundred yards distance, and taking a rifle he fired at it. In a few
seconds we were all shooting at it in turn, the Voivoda acting as
umpire with the aid of my field-glasses. It seemed a risky thing to do
in a country so easily alarmed, but no rapid firing was allowed.

The shooting was moderately good.

As the last shot had been fired, and some of us already mounted, a
corporal from Andrijevica came up at a trot, bringing a telegram for
the adjutant. It contained the notification of his promotion to a
captain.

This led to a salvo of revolver-shots and cheers, and we proceeded on
our way.

At the first khan (Morina) we stopped for coffee, and found two or
three hundred men assembled under the command of the district captain.
Had anything happened to us, revenge would have come very quickly.
Here our additional escort left us, and our long ride home was
commenced, which ended in the dark.

It was a nasty ride, for both P. and Stephan's horses came down
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