"So will half the Turkish Army, most probably," said Roy recklessly. "Not that I care. The only thing I mind is handcuffs. I"m going to slay the first chap who suggests them."
Ken was not listening. He was staring out towards the Straits, trying to get the lie of the land. The coast itself he knew well, for he had been up and down the Dardanelles a number of times. But of the land he was ignorant, and it is no joke to find one"s way by night over such a country as the Gallipoli Peninsula.
"Come on, then," he said presently, and turned due south down the hill-side.
Not a yard of their journey had been without its risks, but now they had to be more careful than ever. The whole sh.o.r.e of the Straits was, they knew, a network of forts and hidden defences. There was no saying when they might blunder upon something of the kind.
Half-way down the hill, Ken, who was leading, pulled up.
"Look out!" he muttered. "There"s a pit of some sort just in front of us.
Wait, I"ll see what it is."
He dropped on hands and knees and crawled forward. He was away for only a few moments.
"Nothing but a sh.e.l.l hole," he explained, "but it"s a regular crater. Must have been done by one of our twelve-inch guns. Two dead Turks alongside it."
"Rum place for a sh.e.l.l to fall," Roy answered, straining his eyes through the gloom.
"It means there"s a fort somewhere near," said Ken. "Our people don"t waste sh.e.l.ls on empty hill-sides, I can tell you."
"Wish it wasn"t so infernally dark," growled Roy.
"I"m jolly glad it is," answered Ken emphatically. "Put it any way you like, it helps us more than the enemy."
They saw nothing of the fort, if there was one, and after crossing some very broken ground came down into a narrow valley, in the centre of which was the bed of a water-course, now dry.
"That"s better," whispered Ken, as he dropped down into it. "This ought to bring us out on the beach."
The bottom was sun-baked mud and dry stones which, together, formed about as unpleasant a combination for walking over as could well be imagined, especially since it was absolutely necessary to move without a sound. Both were deeply grateful when at last the torrent bed widened, and they heard the lap of ripples on a beach.
"I feel like those old Greek Johnnies," said Roy, "the ones who"d been wandering for a year over there in Asia, and who chucked their helmets into the air and yelled when they saw the sea."
"Well, don"t try any tricks of that sort here, old man," Ken answered dryly. "Wait a jiffy. I"m going forward to get a squint at the beach."
He crept away, bent double, and was gone for so long that Roy began to get uneasy. But at last he saw Ken stealing back.
"What luck?" he whispered.
"None," Ken answered in a tone of bitter disappointment.
"What--no boats?"
"Plenty of boats, but there are men behind them. I don"t know how many, but quite a lot. I don"t even know whether they are troops. They are sitting about on the shingle, talking and smoking. Anyhow there are too many for us to tackle."
Roy grunted. "That"s bad. But, see here, Ken, we"ve got to have a boat some way or other."
"We"re going to," said Ken fiercely, "but I"m afraid it means crawling all the way back up that beastly water-course."
"Up the water-course?" repeated Roy. "Great Ghost, there are no boats up there."
"It"s not boats I"m after in the first place, it"s a disguise. See here.
You know I told you there were two dead Turks alongside that sh.e.l.l hole.
My notion is to take their uniforms or just their overcoats, and then walk boldly down to the beach, and tell the chaps there that we have a despatch to take across to Ghanak."
"Put up a bluff," Roy answered. "I see. But surely they have a cable across."
"They had, but the "Sapphire" cut it. And since it"s gone, why I should fancy the only way of getting messages across is by boat."
"But what about the pa.s.sword?" suggested Roy.
"We"ll have to chance that. There are not likely to be any officers about on the beach at night. It isn"t as if there was any danger of attack here.
They are right under the forts of the Narrows."
"Well," said Roy, rising with a sigh, "it sounds a pretty good scheme. But I"d give more than sixpence to get out of crawling back up that abominable gully.
"I"m afraid there"s no help for it," replied Ken, as he started.
Both were tired with their long tramp across country, and they were sadly in need of food and rest. It was wretchedly disappointing, after they had at last made the sea, to have to turn back again inland. They were a very silent pair as they toiled back over the cracked clay and loose stones.
There was worse to come. In the darkness they missed the exact spot where they had first entered the gully, and when they reached the hill-side found that they were lost. Neither of them had the least idea of the whereabouts of the sh.e.l.l hole with the bodies of the two dead Turks.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Our boys bring in a Turkish sniper, who by the ample use of foliage has turned himself into a sort of Jack-in-the-Green.]
[Ill.u.s.tration: Reinforcements of Turkish artillery and machine gun batteries to bar the pa.s.sage of our boys in khaki.]
A good half-hour they wasted in vain search, then Ken dropped behind the shelter of a small bush.
"It"s no use, Roy," he said desperately. "I can"t find it. We"re simply wasting time."
Instead of answering, Roy took hold of Ken"s arm with a grip that was like that of a steel vice.
"Hush!" he whispered, and pointed.
Two figures had risen in front, apparently out of the very depths of the earth. They were not more than twenty paces away.
The boys crouched, breathless. A moment later, two other figures loomed through the darkness, coming down the slope. They came straight up to the first two.
"By Eblis, but thou hast not hurried thyself Ali!" said one of the latter, speaking in Turkish. "Ha.s.san and I were about to come and seek thee."
One of the others gave a laugh.
"I am sorry, brother. We slept and no one awaked us. Is all well?"
"All is well. What else should it be? Who but a dog of an unbelieving German would waste men"s time in guarding such a place as this?"
"Of a truth it is foolishness," said the man named Ali. "The British are far enough away, Allah knows."
"A good watch to thee," said Ha.s.san in rather a surly tone. Then he and his companion tramped away uphill, and Ali and the other sank down into what was evidently a trench.