Those Turks have topped the rise.'
They were on the point of starting when Ken heard a sound which made him
seize Roy's arm.
'Steady a minute! There's something else coming up the track.'
They dropped flat and lay waiting. Sure enough, there was a low rumble of
wheels, and after a few minutes a team of mules came into sight around the
left-hand curve, dragging a field-piece, and accompanied by about a dozen
Turkish gunners.
'Just as well we waited,' whispered Roy. 'We shouldn't have stood much
show if we'd dropped down under their noses, eh?'
Ken did not answer. He was staring fixedly at the gun. His eyes were very
bright.
He turned to Roy.
'That's going to be used to smash our chaps, Roy. Jove, if we could only
stop it!'
'Stop it?' repeated Roy in amazement. 'My dear chap, we haven't even got
our rifles. They're lying smashed up at the bottom of the gorge. The only
weapon we've got left is this automatic.'
'We've got something better than bullets,' Ken answered very quietly.
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