'
'What tale was he pitching you?' said Roy impatiently, as he set off at a
great rate for the wood opposite.
'He advised us to lie up for the rest of the day, and try to slip through
their lines at night.'
Roy grunted. 'And I suppose he'll watch where we go and set his pals on us
as soon as they come along.'
'He will do nothing of the sort,' Ken answered rather hotly. 'For
goodness' sake, don't go judging the Turk by the German, Roy. That fellow
considers that we have done him a favour, and nothing would induce him to
betray us.'
'Sorry I spoke,' said Roy briefly, 'but you were so long I was getting
into a horrid stew. Even now, one can't tell whether we've been spotted,
and it isn't likely that the next German who comes along is going to be
kind to us when he sees what we've done to his nice new gun.'
No more was said until they reached the wood and flung themselves panting
under the shade of a scrubby live oak.
'Now we can take a bit of a breather,' said Roy. 'And a bit of lunch, too.
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