In the dawn light he could see
that their khaki was torn and covered with stains, while their faces were
scratched and bleeding. But both were in splendid spirits.
'My word!' exclaimed Roy. 'This is what you might call a night out with a
vengeance.'
'The night's all right,' returned Ken, 'but it's getting a jolly sight too
near day to suit me. If we don't get back to our trench before this fog
goes we shall be a target for half the Turkish army.'
'It's not far,' said Dave consolingly.
'Far enough, by the time we've carried in this Johnny,' replied Ken,
pointing to the German.
Dave looked doubtfully at the corpulent form of the Prussian.
'He's not exactly a featherweight, by the look of him. However, here
goes.' He stooped as he spoke and took the officer by the shoulders.
'Catch hold of his legs, Roy,' he said to Horan. 'No, Ken,' as Carrington
stepped forward, 'you've done your bit. Roy and I will tote your stout
prisoner back.'
'First, take off those Turkey carpets you're wearing,' said Ken quickly.
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