Ken did not answer.
'Your pardon, effendi,' said the Turk. 'I did not mean to ask idle
questions. I thank you for your kindness, and I wish you happiness.'
'Come on, Ken,' broke in Roy, who was scanning the country uneasily. 'We
are right out in the open here. That chap will be all right. Let's get
into that wood as sharp as we can.'
'One moment,' said Roy, and turned to the Turk.
'If you care to do us a good turn, tell us the nearest way back to Gaba
Tepe.'
The Turk pointed up the road.
'That is the nearest way, but, I need not tell you, the most dangerous.
Our lines lie between here and the British. You must wait for the darkness
of the night or you will for a certainty be captured. My advice to you is
to conceal yourselves among the trees in the wood, and wait until the sun
shall have set.'
'I thank you,' said Ken courteously. 'Is there anything else in which we
can assist you?'
'There is nothing, I thank you. I will rest a while, then move onwards. In
the name of the Prophet, I wish you a safe journey.
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