"How do you mean?" Ken asked thickly.
"I will tell you plainly. Your father still holds the t.i.tle deeds of certain property near Ipsala. This property he has, of course, forfeited since his conviction. I wish to purchase this land from the Turkish Government, but owing to the absence of the deeds, which are, apparently, in a London bank, there are difficulties as to the transfer.
"What I require is a letter from you to your father, asking him to authorise the return of these deeds. In return for this small service I will arrange for you and your companion to be treated as prisoners of war and sent to Constantinople, where you will remain until the end of the war, as will also your father."
He stopped, and stood watching Ken keenly.
Ken was in an agony of indecision. So far as he himself was concerned, he would not have hesitated a moment in refusing the terms offered by Henkel.
But there was his father to think of--and Roy.
His voice was strained and harsh as he spoke again.
"How do you know that my father would agree to any such letter, even if I was to write it?" he asked.
"Because," answered Henkel, "your life will depend upon a favourable answer."
Ken paused again.
"Don"t do it, Ken," broke in Roy. "I don"t know your father, but I"m mighty sure he wouldn"t stick for this kind of blackmail."
Henkel swung round on him in a fury.
"Potztausend! Keep silence, fool! Your own life as well as two others depends upon Carrington"s answer."
"I wouldn"t give sixpence for my life if I had to keep it on terms like those," retorted Roy.
"Nor would I," said Ken sharply. "And I know my father would say the same.
Whatever happens, he would never consent to letting you blackmail him, Colonel Henkel."
"Blackmail, schelm! What are you talking about? Don"t I tell you that by his sentence your father has forfeited all right to any landed property under the Turkish Government?"
"Yes, but that country won"t be Turkish any more after the war. And then my younger brother, who is at school at home, will inherit. No, we are not going to cut him out and leave him penniless. Do your worst, Henkel."
Henkel"s great coa.r.s.e face went livid. He burst into a storm of savage profanity.
"Enough!" he cried at last. "You have brought your fate upon yourselves.
You have sealed your own death warrant. You shall be shot within an hour, and as for your father, he shall be taken to Gallipoli within the week, and if he survives the fire of your own warships, I shall find other means of dealing with him."
He rushed out, slamming the door behind him.
"Got his monkey up pretty thoroughly," said Roy with a laugh. Then seeing how grave Ken"s face was.
"Don"t worry, dear chap. You couldn"t possibly have done anything else.
And as for a bullet in the heart, what is it? It don"t take long and it don"t hurt, and we can always feel we"ve played the game."
As he spoke he came closer and laid his shackled hands on Ken"s shoulder.
"Thank you, Roy," said Ken in a very low voice. "You--you"ve helped me a lot. It--it"s father I"m thinking of."
"I know. But after all he isn"t dead yet. And like as not this swab Henkel may get wiped out before he has the chance of doing him down."
Silence fell between them. They sat with their backs against the wall, their hearts too full to talk. Ken"s thoughts were with his father and his younger brother Anthony; Roy"s were back in New Zealand, picturing the sunny plains and wild ranges around his home, the brawling rivers and the white sheep grazing on the great gra.s.s lands.
The last rays of the sun shone through the one small window of the hut, and presently came the tramp of men outside.
The corporal opened the door, the boys walked out, and guarded on either side were marched once more up the foul, narrow street to the higher ground above.
Beyond the house where their mock trial had taken place was a vineyard surrounded by a stone wall. Against this they were posted while the firing party was detailed.
Henkel, his bloodshot eyes aflame with ill-suppressed rage, stalked up to them.
"I give you a last chance," he said harshly to Ken. "I have told the others that you have certain information which I will take in exchange for your lives. Give me your word that you will write that letter, and all will be well."
"You have had my answer," said Ken quietly. "Now go and watch us being murdered."
Henkel bit his lip savagely.
"Your blood is on your own heads," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "I have given you every chance."
He stamped away, and as he did so took a handkerchief out of his pocket.
"When I drop this, fire," he said curtly to the eight Turks who composed the firing party.
"Good-bye, old chap," said Ken to Roy.
"Oh, I don"t know," Roy answered. "After all, we"re going together."
Ken hardly heard. He was still tortured with the feeling that it was through him that Roy Horan and his father were to lose their lives. He knew he was right, and yet--"
A sound like a maxim gun in the distance smote upon his ears. It grew louder every instant. All, even Henkel, glanced upwards.
"Only an aeroplane, Ken," said Roy in a whisper. "By Jove, though, it"s one of our chaps."
Across the rich blue of the evening sky a great Farman biplane came sailing like a gigantic bird. She was barely five hundred feet up, and heading straight for the village. What was more, she was actually coming lower every moment.
Henkel, the other officer, the firing party, the bystanders--all stood with their eyes fixed upon the plane. The cool insolence of her pilot held them spellbound. For the moment Ken and Roy were absolutely forgotten.
Henkel was the first to recover himself.
"Shoot it down!" he bellowed. "Shoot it down!" And the Turks, perhaps not altogether sorry to find some other use for their bullets than the slaughter of two helpless prisoners, raised their muzzles to the sky, and began blazing away furiously. Even Henkel, Hartmann, and Von Steegman hauled out their pistols from their belt holsters and fired for all they were worth.
But a plane travelling at a mile a minute is not the easiest thing in the world to hit, especially when it seems to be coming right at you. Possibly some of the bullets pierced the widespread wings, but no harm was done to the observer or his pilot.
Suddenly Ken seized Roy with his manacled hands.
"Down!" he cried sharply. "Down!"
Roy understood and flung himself flat upon the ground, and Ken instantly followed his example.