But his own head struck the deck with such
force as to half stun him, and he felt his grip relaxing.
'Dog, you shall die with the rest!' hissed the other, as at last he tore
himself free, and sprang to the gun.
But Ken was not done yet. He had fallen almost under the gun, and swiftly
lifting one foot he kicked out desperately at the gray barrel above him.
There was a crash which nearly deafened him, and for a moment he believed
that the madman had succeeded in his awful purpose. Then a tall figure
sprang across him, and with a shout Roy drove his fist into the Turk's
face.
Up went the man's arms, he staggered back and fell into the sea.
'Well done, Ken!' cried Roy. 'That's finished it.'
Ken scrambled to his feet and stared round in amazement.
'W--Where did the shell go?' he stammered.
'Somewhere in the direction of Constantinople,' was the reply. 'Your kick
did it, Ken.'
'It's all right,' he added jubilantly.' The rest of the chaps have given
in. The launch is ours.
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