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'We're going to,' said Ken fiercely, 'but I'm afraid it means crawling all
the way back up that beastly water-course.'
'Up the water-course?' repeated Roy. 'Great Ghost, there are no boats up
there.'
'It's not boats I'm after in the first place, it's a disguise. See here.
You know I told you there were two dead Turks alongside that shell hole.
My notion is to take their uniforms or just their overcoats, and then walk
boldly down to the beach, and tell the chaps there that we have a despatch
to take across to Ghanak.'
'Put up a bluff,' Roy answered. 'I see. But surely they have a cable
across.'
'They had, but the "Sapphire" cut it. And since it's gone, why I should
fancy the only way of getting messages across is by boat.'
'But what about the password?' suggested Roy.
'We'll have to chance that. There are not likely to be any officers about
on the beach at night. It isn't as if there was any danger of attack here.
They are right under the forts of the Narrows.'
'Well,' said Roy, rising with a sigh, 'it sounds a pretty good scheme.
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