It was a miserable end, and Ken's whole soul rebelled against it.
The guns had ceased firing, there were no lights anywhere to be seen, the
only sound was the monotonous slap of the ripples against the hull of the
overturned boat and--far in the distance--the dull mutter of the guns down
by Sedd-el-Bahr.
[Illustration: '"Hallo! Hallo! Who's that?"']
Ken felt a dull stupor creeping over him, a curious sense of unreality.
His thoughts began to wander. So much so that at first he hardly noticed
the curious sucking splash which came from the water some little distance
to the left.
It was Roy who called his attention to it.
'Ken, there's a thundering great fish out there. Do they keep sharks in
these waters?'
Before Ken could reply, the splash was followed by a slight grating sound,
then a dull clank, like two metal plates being lightly struck together.
Hope dawned suddenly in Ken's heart, sending a tingling shock through the
whole of his perishing body.
'That's no fish,' he muttered.
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