They are going with a batch of troops in a transport called the
"Bergaz."'
'And,' he added--'my father will be with them.'
The commander of G2 pursed his lips in a soundless whistle.
'By Jove,' he said slowly, 'this is worth hearing. This is most
interesting.'
He gave a low chuckle. 'Rather a smack in the eye for friend Enver if we
can bring it off. Tell me, Carrington, did the Pacha say whether this
trooper would have an escort?'
'I asked him that, sir, but he did not know. And he said this--That he
would not have told us at all except for the fact that he thinks it brutal
of Enver to send civilians into the firing line, and that he hopes, in
case you find it necessary to sink the trooper, that you will allow the
men to escape with their lives.'
Strang nodded thoughtfully.
'Hm, yes, I suppose I shall have to do that. After all, they won't be much
use without rifles or kit, and the chances are that most of 'em will
desert as soon as they reach the shore.
'But we mustn't count our chickens before they're hatched, eh, Carrington?
We've got to find that transport before we can deal with her.
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