"We've gone east," said Roy slowly. "We've done what that chap in the
plane told us to do. But I'm hanged if I can see how we're to go any
farther."
'Unless,' he added thoughtfully, 'we are going to swim for it.'
'A bit far for that,' said Ken. 'We are just thirteen miles from the mouth
of the Straits, and though they say the current runs down at four miles an
hour, I don't think either of us could stand three hours in the water.'
'Not me!' replied Roy with a shiver. 'Too jolly cold!'
'We must get hold of a boat,' said Ken with decision. 'That's our only
chance.'
'Lead on, sonny,' said Roy--'that is, if you know where to find one.'
'I haven't much more notion than you, Roy. But there's just this in our
favour--that I know there's a little cove south of Kilid Bahr. And as all
the coast on either side is cliffs, the chances are that boats, if there
are any, will be lying in that cove.'
'So will half the Turkish Army, most probably,' said Roy recklessly. 'Not
that I care.
Pages:
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187