Roy nodded, and for some distance they continued on their uncomfortable way in silence.
"Not much more of it," said Roy at last. "We"re getting near the mouth now."
"And that"s where our troubles are going to begin," said Ken with a smile.
"It looks to me as if we were the best part of three miles inland."
"Which means that we"ve got to get through the whole bunch of the Turks,"
answered Roy. "I say, don"t you wish we"d got our whole crowd up here?
We"d take the enemy in the rear and play old Harry with them."
"No use wishing that. But I"ll tell you what, Roy. If we ever do get back we"ll have some useful information for the colonel."
Roy nodded, as he scrambled on to the top of a big rock.
"I can see out of the mouth of the gorge from here," he said, as he stood on the summit, "and by the look of the country you"re about right as to the course of this brook. We"re the other side of the water-shed altogether."
Ken clambered up beside him. A couple of hundred yards farther down the gorge ended, or rather turned into a shallow ravine, down which the stream found its way into a broad valley below. A rough track crossed this valley, and Ken pointed to figures looking no bigger than dolls in the distance, which moved along it.
"Reinforcements coming up," he said. "They"ll be from Kojadere. We must keep clear of that road. Seems to me the best thing we can do is to swing to the right and work round the shoulder of the hill."
"Yes, if we can find cover. Well, there"s nothing to stop us from climbing up here. The bank don"t amount to anything."
He was right, and turning at once they scrambled up the steep rocky slope.
It was broken with projecting crags, and almost covered with brush, which gave them ample cover. Reaching the top, they got a sight of the sun, and found that they were facing almost due east. The guns were still thundering behind them, but their sound was deadened by the great ma.s.s of hill which lay between them and the sea.
The hill-side was thick with scrub and there was no difficulty about getting forward. They went on steadily, and had travelled about half a mile when they entered a little wood. Pa.s.sing through this, they were dismayed to find themselves on the edge of a steep bank about sixty feet high, with the track running at the bottom of it, and, beyond, a wide s.p.a.ce of open valley rising again to a hill opposite.
"This is no use," said Roy. "We"re bound to be spotted if we try to cross that open."
"No, we must keep on this side for the present," answered Ken, as he turned back into the trees.
Presently they heard a tramping of feet, and peering through the leaves saw a body of Turkish troops, about a hundred strong, marching stolidly along beneath them.
"My word, if we only had a maxim!" muttered Roy, as he stared at the closely-formed column. "Couldn"t we make hay of "em?"
Ken did not answer. He watched the men pa.s.s on until they were out of sight around a curve in the track. Then he and Roy moved on again.
Round the next bend, they found themselves at the end of the friendly wood, and the ground beyond was a deal more open than seemed healthy.
"We"ll have to wait until those chaps are well out of the way," said Ken, and calmly sat himself down on a big stone, one of many which lay among the tree trunks.
"Hope they"ll hurry," said Roy rather viciously. "I"m infernally hungry. I want to get back to my dinner."
While Ken rested Roy stood staring out through the tree trunks.
Presently he turned to Ken. "Tell you what, Ken, I believe there"s a chance for us now. There"s another patch of wood less than a quarter of a mile away, and if we watched our chance we might slip across without being spotted. Beyond it, the ground rises again, with a lot of rocks and scrub.
Plenty of cover at any rate. What do you think?"
Ken got up and took a long and careful survey.
"It looks all right," he said at last. "I"m game to try it anyhow."
"Then the sooner the better. Those Turks have topped the rise."
They were on the point of starting when Ken heard a sound which made him seize Roy"s arm.
"Steady a minute! There"s something else coming up the track."
They dropped flat and lay waiting. Sure enough, there was a low rumble of wheels, and after a few minutes a team of mules came into sight around the left-hand curve, dragging a field-piece, and accompanied by about a dozen Turkish gunners.
"Just as well we waited," whispered Roy. "We shouldn"t have stood much show if we"d dropped down under their noses, eh?"
Ken did not answer. He was staring fixedly at the gun. His eyes were very bright.
He turned to Roy.
"That"s going to be used to smash our chaps, Roy. Jove, if we could only stop it!"
"Stop it?" repeated Roy in amazement. "My dear chap, we haven"t even got our rifles. They"re lying smashed up at the bottom of the gorge. The only weapon we"ve got left is this automatic."
"We"ve got something better than bullets," Ken answered very quietly. He laid his hand as he spoke upon one of the big loose boulders which lay in front of him.
"See here," he went on, "they"ll come right underneath us. If we could get this rock down on the team, it would probably stampede the mules. Then before the men have recovered from their confusion, we ought to be able to give them a couple more. If we could land one on top of the gun itself, it would damage it pretty badly, even if it doesn"t smash the mountings and make it useless. What do you say?"
"Say--why that it"s the greatest scheme ever hatched, and I"m with you every time," Roy answered, his face glowing with excitement. "And, by Jingo," he added, "if we"d picked the spot for bringing it off, we couldn"t have done better."
This was true enough. The spot where they were perched was fully sixty feet above the road, and the slope below was next door to perpendicular.
For another thing, the supply of boulders was unlimited.
The one to which Ken had pointed weighed perhaps a quarter of a ton and was shaped rather like a gigantic egg. He put his weight against it, and found that it rocked, but even so, he could not be quite certain that their combined efforts could start it over the edge.
"Wait!" whispered Roy, and turning slipped away into the thick of the trees. He was back in a minute, carrying a heavy piece of dead timber.
"This ought to do the trick," he said softly. Ken nodded.
Meantime the Turks below, all unsuspicious of what was brewing, came slowly and steadily along the road. Slowly, because not only is a 77-millimetre gun with its caisson a heavy weight, but also because the road was merely an apology for one. It was nothing but a deeply rutted track thick with sand and loose stones.
The men were in charge of a non-commissioned officer, a Turk like themselves, and consequently were taking it very easy, strolling along, smoking and chatting.
Roy drove his stake deep under the big rock, and gave a slight heave.
"She"ll shift all right," he whispered in a tone of quiet satisfaction.
"All right. Wait till I give the word," said Ken, with his eyes fixed upon the long gray gun which came jogging slowly onwards, its grim muzzle swaying and lurching as the wheels took the ruts in the road.
It seemed a long time before it came opposite. Then at last Ken gave one word.
"Now!"