The reflection from the search-light made it possible to discern their immediate surroundings. The pit had vertical sides and measured roughly thirty feet by ten, and was about eight feet in depth. It had been covered by a thin layer of rushes supported by slender poles, but the fall of the two officers had resulted in the collapse of the greater part of the covering of the b.o.o.by-trap. But what had occasioned Farnworth"s exclamation was that the floor was plentifully studded with sharp wooden spikes, and it was only owing to the fact that d.i.c.k and his companion had stumbled over from the innermost side that they had escaped being impaled. Had they been members of an attacking force and had fallen into the trap while advancing against the fort, they would almost to a certainty have been transfixed by the wicked-looking spikes.
"We have," a.s.sented Crosthwaite dryly, "judging by the state of von Eitelheimer"s trousers. One of the spikes has ripped them pretty badly, and, what is more, has given my ankle a little gash. Hope to goodness the beggars haven"t poisoned the spikes!"
"I"ll give you a leg up, sir," suggested the midshipman. "We"ll have to go jolly slow till we get outside the earthworks. The whole place is a honeycomb of death-traps."
"No, I"ll give you a hoist--I"m heavier than you," said d.i.c.k. "Wait till I"ve knocked a bit of thatch off at the end of the pole. It will serve as a guide."
Having done so, the Sub bent down while his companion clambered on his back. Farnworth was then able to raise himself on to the brink of the b.o.o.by-trap and gain the upper ground. Then, lying at full length, he attempted to help his comrade up, but without success. The sides of the pit afforded no foothold.
"Can you dig out a niche with your sword, sir?" he asked.
"I"ll try; but the stuff"s so infernally soft," declared d.i.c.k. "Hallo, what"s up now?"
"Turks!" announced Farnworth.
At that moment a search-light, that for the last ten minutes had been directed skywards, flung its rays athwart the ground, and the midshipman"s grey uniform was shown up as if made of silver. To escape detection was impossible, for about a dozen Turkish infantrymen were at that moment hurrying towards the outlying trenches. With the outcome of local knowledge they were shaping a course to clear the edge of the pitfall.
Quickly Farnworth made up his mind and acted promptly. With a commanding gesture he stopped the men and ordered them to approach.
This they did smartly and without suspicion. A corporal in charge of the party saluted, and, shouting an order to his men, brought them up with some semblance of order.
Imperiously the midshipman signed to them to a.s.sist his companion out of the pitfall. This they did with extreme alacrity, prompted by fear of their supposed German officers. Having regained his temporary freedom, d.i.c.k, without any attempt at thanks, ordered them in German to replace the dislodged cover to the pit. One of the Turks understood sufficient German to know what was required; the squad set to work, while d.i.c.k and his companion unconcernedly walked off.
"We must trust to luck not to find a German in this section of the advanced trenches," said d.i.c.k as they drew well clear of the scene of their late misadventure. "We"ll have to risk it, for there"s no other way."
Cautiously picking their path between numerous rifle-pits and concealed machine-guns, the two fugitives made for a part of the defences where a gap appeared to exist between the trenches. Here men were hard at work under the direction of Turkish officers. The latter saluted as the supposed German officers approached, but made no attempt to converse with them. Instead they urged their men to greater efforts, as if everything depended upon satisfying their Teutonic masters in the art of war.
By this time the Allied air squadron had disappeared. Without sustaining injury, and having done considerable damage to Fort Medjidieh, the sea-planes returned to their parent ship, the _Ark Royal_. Once more the Turkish search-lights directed part of their activities to sweeping the surrounding country.
Arriving at the farthermost line of trenches, d.i.c.k coolly mounted the parapet and took a careful survey of their general direction and character. He noticed that they were extraordinarily deep and narrow, so that unless a sh.e.l.l actually pitched into a trench the danger to the Turkish defenders was comparatively small. Another matter which attracted his attention was the number of machine-guns. Not only were there dozens concealed a hundred yards or so to the rear of the foremost trenches, but the parapets of the trenches fairly bristled with these deadly weapons. Roughly, there was one to every five yards, each gun being protected by a heavy V-shaped shield. The Turks had thoroughly mastered the principles of modern warfare under European conditions, and the task of the Allied Expeditionary Force was to be a very stiff one.
The Sub and his companion quite realized the extreme risk they were running. To be captured in the disguise of German officers meant an ignominious death as spies, but their audacity completely disarmed suspicion. To all appearances they were zealously visiting the Turkish troops engaged in perfecting the landward defences.
After a lengthy survey d.i.c.k leisurely descended the low parapet, and, accompanied by the midshipman, strolled towards the soldiers engaged in erecting barbed-wire entanglements in front of the trenches and clearing away the brushwood that might afford cover to an attacking force.
Then, watching their opportunity, the twain walked steadily past the workers and gained the comparatively open country.
Since an attack was not for the present expected, no outlying pickets had been posted. On descending a slight irregularity in the terrain d.i.c.k and the midshipman found themselves out of the direct glare of the search-light, while every step took them farther and farther away from the scene of their captivity during the last six weeks.
"Which way now, sir?" asked Farnworth.
"Due east until it gets light. Then we"ll have to lie low during the day, and shape a course for the neighbourhood of k.u.m Kale as soon as it becomes dark again."
"I"m beginning to feel jolly hungry, sir."
"And so am I," admitted d.i.c.k. "The problem of how we are to attend to the victualling department must not be lost sight of. But for the present we must put as great a distance as possible between us and our pursuers--and I hope they won"t look for us in this direction."
On and on they plodded steadily, maintaining silence and straining their ears for sounds of human beings. Being night the peasantry took good care not to be about, for the civilian population, consisting almost entirely of old men, women, and children, had been warned of the danger of being in the vicinity of the defences after sunset.
"Something moving," reported the midshipman, "and precious close, too."
The two officers halted and listened intently.
Not so very far away on their right front came a succession of soft thuds, as if caused by someone dropping a number of sand-bags with considerable regularity.
"Camels," whispered the Sub.
He was right. A convoy bearing supplies was on its way from the interior towards the Dardanelles forts. They pa.s.sed along a rough track within fifty feet of the spot where the officers lay hidden--a hundred or more patient beasts heavily laden, and in charge of a number of natives. About a dozen Bashi Bazouks, fierce-looking fellows whose weapons gleamed in the dull light, served as an escort.
The fugitives waited until the sounds of the pa.s.sing convoy had died away.
"Bear more to the left," whispered d.i.c.k. "We"re converging too much upon a hill road. We"ll have to foot it pretty briskly, for it must be sunrise within an hour."
"Isn"t it about time we discarded our rotten togs?" asked Farnworth, whose whole being felt repugnance at the idea of having to don the dishonourable uniform of Germany.
"They"ll come in useful again before very long, unless I am much mistaken," declared d.i.c.k. "Now, steady. We"re beginning the ascent of Biyuk Dagh. We"ll be fairly beyond pursuit now, I fancy."
"I feel as if I"d like to burst into song out of sheer delight, after being cooped up for nearly six weeks," declared Farnworth.
"No, don"t," said d.i.c.k hurriedly and with well-feigned anxiety. "It would be hard luck to pile the whole of the agony upon me: wait till you"re back in the gun-room."
The midshipman smiled grimly. He had a most atrocious voice when it came to singing, and he knew it. Far from being sensitive on the point, he took the Sub"s banter in good part.
Up and up the fugitives toiled, until from sheer breathlessness they were compelled to throw themselves upon the ground. The sight that met their was superb.
The whole of The Narrows and a large portion of the rest of the Dardanelles was plainly visible: a narrow silvery streak under the beams of innumerable search-lights. Beyond, also marked by the sources of dozens of slowly-swaying beams of light, were the forts on the European side, backed by the lofty hills of the narrow Gallipoli peninsula. Twenty miles away a regular galaxy of light marked the position of the Allied fleets, the search-lights of which kept ceaseless watch and ward against any possible, nay probable, attempt on the part of the Turks to a.s.sail them by means of their destroyers and torpedo-boats.
"Reminds me of Spithead on review nights as seen from the top of Portsdown Hill," declared Farnworth. "I wish I were there now! No, I don"t. I"d rather be over there."
And he pointed in the direction of the British fleet, amongst which lay, as far as he knew, the old _Hammerer_.
"Better be moving," suggested d.i.c.k.
Although he said nothing about the matter to his companion, he was beginning to become painfully aware of the injury to his ankle. So long as he kept in motion the injury troubled him but little; during his enforced rest it began to burn and throb. The pangs of hunger were also making themselves felt. With the rising of the sun he knew that another discomfort--thirst--would be added to their lot.
Long before the fugitives reached the summit of the steep mountain, dawn was upon them. With a rapidity that almost equalled the shortness of the tropical break of day, it grew light; then above the crest of a yet unsurmounted hill rose the sun.
"Phew! It is hot," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Farnworth, opening his greatcoat. Then he stopped and burst out into laughter.
"We are a proper pair, sir," he exclaimed.
Their faces were grimed with dirt and dust; their grey uniforms were discoloured with mud and rent in several places, owing to their encounter with the p.r.i.c.kly bushes. d.i.c.k"s rough-and-ready "shave" with the scissors had left enough bristles to give him a truly ferocious appearance, while Farnworth"s face was streaked with dried blood from several scratches he had received during the hazardous journey from Fort Medjidieh.
Acting upon their previous plans the two officers "laid low" during the greater part of the day. Fortunately they were able to a.s.suage their thirst at a rivulet that trickled down the mountainside, but the pangs of hunger had become most acute.
Although there was plenty of activity in and around the forts, there were no signs of life in the vicinity of the fugitives; so at about four in the afternoon--according to Crosthwaite"s estimate from the position of the sun--they resolved to run the risk of detection and push on in search of food.
An hour"s steady walk brought them to a rough mountain track. This they followed by a parallel course, not daring to keep to the path, and after twenty minutes they came in sight of a village.