"Ah! Describe them," d.i.c.k almost shouted. It was hard indeed at this moment to restrain his eagerness.
"One, tall, and spare, and like a soldier."
"The Major," d.i.c.k told himself. "Hooray! Things are going to come right."
"And the other older, getting grey, also tall, and spare, and soldierly."
"Lead me to them at once," demanded d.i.c.k. "They are the men whom His Highness desires to interview. Come, lead quickly; there will be trouble about this matter."
That set the sentry shivering with apprehension, and made him still more eager to appease the officer who had accosted him. Leading the way towards the back of the guard-house, he took down a bunch of keys strung to a hook on the wall and with their help opened a cell. d.i.c.k looked in.
An ill-kempt, unwieldy man dressed in the uniform of an officer was seated on a stone bench and scowled as the two appeared. And then, recognizing d.i.c.k as an officer he burst into a torrent of abuse, expressed in a language of which the midshipman was ignorant.
"Not my bird at any rate," he told himself. "My! Listen to the fellow.
I"m sorry for him, awfully. But I can"t get mixing myself up in his affairs. Now, let us see the others," he demanded of the Turk.
A minute later they were peering into an adjacent cell, in which d.i.c.k instantly recognized the Major. As for the latter, though he looked at our hero very hard and with suspicion, there was no recognition until d.i.c.k spoke.
"Major," he said. "Please be careful as I am disguised as a Turkish officer. I have come to demand your release."
"Demand my release! Turkish officer! Why, it"s--it"s Mr. Midshipman Hamshaw."
"Present, sir," grinned that young gentleman, saluting. "You see," he said, swinging round upon the soldier. "He recognizes me, and so does the other officer. Ah! There will be bad trouble over this, when Shukri Pasha gets to hear of it. Yes, trouble which----"
A groan escaped the wretched sentry. Ever since he had exchanged words with d.i.c.k, he had been conjuring up all sorts of pains and penalties as a consequence of his rashness. His knees positively knocked together as he besought this officer to spare him and forget the matter.
"Release them at once," cried d.i.c.k peremptorily. "Now, listen. If His Highness asks no questions, well and good. Perhaps we shall not be too late for this discussion even now, that is if you hasten. As to the third officer, hold him till you receive a written order, or till an hour has pa.s.sed. Now, stand aside. Major, please follow."
"But--but you don"t mean to tell me that you have obtained our release?"
cried that astonished officer. "How? And where are we to go?"
"Please follow as if you had every right to be at liberty," answered d.i.c.k. "I"ll tell you later how I"ve worked it. But come at once, for there is no saying when other soldiers may turn up, with perhaps an officer."
He stalked before them out of the guard-house and led the way into the streets of Adrianople, streets for the most part still untenanted. For civilians lay at home shivering beneath the cruel bombardment, and fearful of those dreadful sh.e.l.ls. They were coming again into the city, and more than once d.i.c.k and the two who followed had to dodge behind some building to escape the bursting of a bomb.
"And now, perhaps, you"ll tell us where we are going," said the Major, when they had gained a smaller street. "To the airship? Impossible. She would never dare to come here in daylight. Then where?"
"To join Commander Jackson and Alec," answered d.i.c.k. "We entered the city last night in search of you both. But--hush! Lookout! Let"s hurry.
If that isn"t the very fellow I most wanted to avoid."
A figure had dived into the street immediately behind them, a figure strangely familiar. d.i.c.k eyed him suspiciously, and then recognized him with a start. For this man"s head was swathed in bandages which left his face fully exposed, and that face was young, and smooth, and hairless.
In fact, it was the very officer against whom he had collided on the previous night.
"Had he been back to his house and there discovered Alec and the Commander? Or was he now on his way?"
d.i.c.k asked himself those urgent questions, and then, spurred on by fear and dreadful foreboding hastened along the street, the Major and his friend close beside him, and the inquisitive officer in rear. Soon they turned into the street in which that house they sought was located, and for a moment the follower was out of sight.
"Run!" cried d.i.c.k, and took to his heels. "Now, into this house. Alec!"
he called.
"Here," came back a jovial call. "And the Commander, both of us getting a bit anxious about you."
"Shut the door and bolt it," commanded d.i.c.k, careless of the presence of his seniors. "Now, peep through the windows. The owner of this house was following us a moment ago. If he tries to enter, keep perfectly quiet. I"m going to see how we can manage to get out of what may prove to be a trap."
If they had any doubts of that follower, these were cleared on the instant. There came the sound of steps on the cobbles, and then a heavy blow upon the door.
"Open--open in the name of the Sultan!"
Not one of those within answered. They stood back from the window waiting and watching. "Open!" they heard the command repeated, and then there followed a shrill whistle.
"Look, men are running across from a house almost opposite," whispered Major Harvey, peering through the window. "This begins to look ugly, and I"m not so sure that we should not be better off in our prison. Listen to them, and see that fellow carrying a huge hammer."
There came a crashing blow upon the door an instant later, a blow that almost shattered the lock. It was clear that within a few minutes the irate individual outside and his helpers would force an entrance. The Major turned in bewilderment to the Commander, for he could not quite understand this new situation. Then d.i.c.k burst in upon them.
"Come along," he said. "Let"s sling it. There"s a way out at the back, and I know a place that"ll shelter us. Quick! Those chaps will be in in a moment."
They did not wait to argue or discuss the matter with him but followed at once. Stealthily departing by a door in rear of the building they dived into a narrow alley, and from that place heard a crash as the door of the house was beaten in. Then they turned and fled through the streets of Adrianople with a dozen Turks hotfoot after them.
CHAPTER X
A Thrilling Rescue
Perhaps no quainter or more exciting situation could be imagined than that which found d.i.c.k Hamshaw and his little party scuttling down the dark streets of Adrianople. For there he was, leading surely a strange following.
"Enough to make the people open their eyes and rub "em hard," he told himself with a grin, for d.i.c.ky was not the one to be scared easily or disheartened. "Here we are, led by a Turkish officer, that"s me; followed by a British naval officer, in uniform too, that"s the Commander, and jolly groggy he seems to be after that wound of his. Then there"s Alec--well, nothing out of the ordinary--while behind come the Major, almost a stranger, though we know all about him, and then "Charlie", dear old Charlie."
"Where away? Where are you leading to?" suddenly came from the Major.
"We"ve gained on those beggars. Hadn"t we better stop a moment and discuss matters?"
Discuss matters when they were almost blown, and when the Turks were rushing pell-mell after them!
"Good idea," cried d.i.c.k cheerily. "In here! Come along. Now, bang the door. Jingo! Hope there ain"t other people to kick up a rumpus."
Really his cheek and coolness were amazing, for hardly had the Major finished calling when d.i.c.k halted at a doorway leading into a small dwelling, threw it open, and beckoned them to enter. Then he banged the door to, and leaving his friends went off on a tour of inspection.
"All bright-o!" he whispered, reappearing. "Place empty. No one here for a long while and not a sc.r.a.p of food. I squinted into what must be their larder."
"H--hush! There they are. Foiled for the moment," whispered the Major, peering through a narrow window. "Wait! They"ve halted and are looking about them. One of the men is pointing up the street, and let"s hope they"ll make off in that direction. Good! There they go as if the old gentleman himself were behind them. Now; what"s the meaning of all this bother, and how comes it that you are masquerading in Turkish uniform?
d.i.c.k, my boy, you"ve a heap to answer for. Seriously, though, I"m eternally obliged to you for liberating us from that prison. That reminds me. I haven"t so far had an opportunity of making formal presentations. Commander Jackson, let me introduce Colonel Steven, Intelligence Department, War Office, the "Charlie" we"ve come after.
Colonel, my excellent friends and comrades Mr. Midshipman Hamshaw and Alec Jardine. Now you all know one another."
Cordial hand-grips were exchanged all round, and here again one may say that seldom before was there such a curious meeting. As for "Charlie", the gallant Colonel Steven, d.i.c.k and his friends liked his looks immensely. He smiled at them all, not in the least ruffled by what had been pa.s.sing.
""Pon my word, gentlemen," he said, "but it needs an active man to keep touch with your movements. First I come most miraculously in contact with my friend, the Major, who descends actually and really from the sky. Then, when I am reclining comfortably in a prison where the circ.u.mstances of the bombardment, the breakdown of all discipline, and the natural hate of an Ottoman made it likely enough that I and the Major might have our throats slit, there appears upon the scene a Turkish officer, who is not a Turkish officer, but a midshipman from our own fleet, and who likewise has descended from the sky. Lastly, I am taken to a place of refuge which is no place of refuge, and from which I am bundled before even I have time to be formally acquainted with other gentlemen, birds of the same feather as my friend the Major. Really, this is almost enough for one long day."
Cool! Of course he was cool. His pleasant satire showed that, while his easy smile, his jaunty manner, the knowledge that he had been engaged on an important and doubtless dangerous enterprise made d.i.c.k and his friends take to the Colonel promptly. And naturally enough, though the midshipman was not easily abashed, he now waited for his seniors to give a lead. Not that the Commander was capable of doing so.