"Then we're no worse off than our officers, Tony. I see, though, that those Frenchies are housed under tiny tents they call `_tentes d'abri_'. Why shouldn't we make a kind of hutch with these boxes. One of us must do sentry-go outside, of course, but the other two may as well keep dry, and for the matter of that there are sufficient boxes to make a regular hut big enough to lie down in, and high enough to cover the sentry." "Lummy, that's a cute dodge!" cried Tony. "We'll fix it up at once. Come along, Sam; lend a hand before this rain goes through us." The boxes were heavy, but within a quarter of an hour quite a respectable house had been formed, with a blanket for a roof, and the opening turned away from the wind. Into this two of them crept, while the third stood on guard under the covering. By this means, while everyone else in the British lines spent a miserable night, and was drenched to the skin, Phil and his comrades escaped the rain, and awoke in the morning refreshed by a good sleep. Phil was not relieved from his charge, but, with the two men helping him, remained on guard all the following day, when a native cart, called an "araba", was provided for the carriage of the ammunition, and he was informed that he would be in charge of it, and must see to having it loaded before the troops marched. "A precious nice game," snorted Tony, when he heard the order. "Here we are, stuck right in rear of the troops, in charge of a few boxes of ammunition. Why couldn't someone else have been chosen?" "Don't you grumble," replied Phil severely. "We have a responsible charge, and for all we know we may have even more fun and adventure than the others. Now it's your turn for sentry-go, so out you get. You can grumble there to your heart's content." Tony departed abashed, and Phil and Sam looked on at the debarkation, which still continued. By the 17th all were ashore, save the sick, of whom there were still a large number. Even to a veteran soldier it was indeed a most interesting sight to see the huge allied army assembled on the upland slopes above the lake. In the distance the Turks, sitting contentedly and composedly in their tents; the French, like so many ants, bustling hither and thither and busily superintending the mid-day meal; and the lines of the British, now provided with tents for the few days before they marched from the shore. It was a large force, and as many regiments were to make themselves for ever famous in the course of the campaign, it will perhaps be advisable to explain how our army was divided. In chief command was Lord Raglan, an officer who for many years had lived a peaceful life, and had therefore little, if any, experience of warfare. His army consisted of six divisions, each made up of several regiments and commanded by a brigadier, or in some cases divided into two portions under different leaders.