The only chance was to put him out.
'We had our orders,' he said. 'You can look at them if you wish.' He
pretended to take something out of his pocket, at the same time stepping
forward. Then, like a flash, he drove his fist with all his might into the
Turk's face.
The man reeled backwards, but did not fall. Next moment he uttered a shout
that rang through the night.
'We've done it now,' growled Roy, as he leaped past Ken, and caught the
wretched sentry by the throat with a grip that effectually prevented any
further sound.
'Take his rifle, Ken,' he said sharply. 'It's all right. I'll gag him. You
get into the boat.'
How he did it Ken did not know, but within an incredibly short time Roy
had sprung into the water, pushed the boat off, and scrambled aboard.
'I'll take the oars,' he said unceremoniously, and Ken, though himself a
useful man with sculls, made no objection. Roy's strength, he knew, was
greater than his own.
In a trice Roy had flung off his Turkish overcoat and British tunic.
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