The only thing I mind is handcuffs. I'm going to slay the
first chap who suggests them.'
Ken was not listening. He was staring out towards the Straits, trying to
get the lie of the land. The coast itself he knew well, for he had been up
and down the Dardanelles a number of times. But of the land he was
ignorant, and it is no joke to find one's way by night over such a country
as the Gallipoli Peninsula.
'Come on, then,' he said presently, and turned due south down the
hill-side.
Not a yard of their journey had been without its risks, but now they had
to be more careful than ever. The whole shore of the Straits was, they
knew, a network of forts and hidden defences. There was no saying when
they might blunder upon something of the kind.
Half-way down the hill, Ken, who was leading, pulled up.
'Look out!' he muttered. 'There's a pit of some sort just in front of us.
Wait, I'll see what it is.'
He dropped on hands and knees and crawled forward. He was away for only a
few moments.
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