The hill-side was thick with scrub and there was no difficulty about
getting forward. They went on steadily, and had travelled about half a
mile when they entered a little wood. Passing through this, they were
dismayed to find themselves on the edge of a steep bank about sixty feet
high, with the track running at the bottom of it, and, beyond, a wide
space of open valley rising again to a hill opposite.
'This is no use,' said Roy. 'We're bound to be spotted if we try to cross
that open.'
'No, we must keep on this side for the present,' answered Ken, as he
turned back into the trees.
Presently they heard a tramping of feet, and peering through the leaves
saw a body of Turkish troops, about a hundred strong, marching stolidly
along beneath them.
'My word, if we only had a maxim!' muttered Roy, as he stared at the
closely-formed column. 'Couldn't we make hay of 'em?'
Ken did not answer. He watched the men pass on until they were out of
sight around a curve in the track.
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