They had to go quickly, too, for
there was every chance of fresh reinforcements or more guns coming up the
road.
Fortunately no one else appeared, and in a very few minutes they were busy
hunting among the pile of rocks for rifles that had escaped injury. They
found three, but only one was serviceable. The sights of the others were
damaged. They also found food. It was bread, dark-looking and very stale,
and goats' milk cheese.
But they were far too hungry to be particular. They stuffed it into their
pockets.
At that moment came a deep groan from among the rocks.
Ken swung round sharply.
'There's one of 'em alive in there,' he said quickly, 'we can't leave the
poor beggar to die by inches.'
[Illustration: 'A rock avalanche was roaring down the steep.']
He began rolling the stones aside, and guided by the groans he and Roy
soon pulled out a youngish Turk and laid him on the side of the road.
Ken examined him quickly.
'He's got off cheaply,' he said. 'Nothing broken--nothing the matter, so
far as I can see, except bruises and a cut on the head.
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