One step more, and you're on the ledge.'
A moment later, and they stood together on a ledge nearly a yard wide. It
seemed like a turnpike road compared to the one above.
[Illustration: Tins and barbed wire are cut up in the Dardanelles as
'filling' for bombs.]
[Illustration: Our gallant bluejackets cheered the return of the
triumphant submarine after her wonderful achievement.]
Roy drew a long breath.
'That was a bad bit,' he said. 'As bad as anything I ever struck. Don't
mind telling you now, Ken, that I was in a blue funk.'
'You didn't show it,' Ken answered rather breathlessly. 'If you had, I
believe I should have crocked.'
'You didn't, anyhow. That's the main thing. And I wouldn't ask a better
man to go climbing with. You kept your head, and did what you were told.
Well, now I think the worst is over. This looks like a regular fault in
the strata, and it ought to take us to the bottom.
Roy's judgment was correct. There were still some nasty places, but
nothing like what they had already tackled, and within another quarter of
an hour they had reached the bottom of the gorge.
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