World War, 1914-1918 -- Aerial operations -- Juvenile fiction
"But ze time has changed, monsieur. Pericles, he is dead. Ze German
Emperor, he is alive."
"Conspuez-le!" said the Frenchman.
Mr. Christopoulos smiled.
"Consider with calmness, zhentlemen," he said, as though appealing from
the excitable Frenchmen to the more stolid English. "Ze Turk, with ze
German Emperor at ze back, is to-day a new man. Ze King of ze Hellenes
knows ze power of Germany. He runs no risks. We have men who are
ignorant, who do not zink. Zey make a fuss, cry for war; ze king knows
it is foolish, and holds tight ze reins. Greece owes much to Germany,
and shall owe more."
The French officers burst into angry declamation. The Englishmen, who
had taken no part in the conversation, listened for a few minutes
longer, then got up and strolled along the deck.
"Talks too much, Teddy," said one of them.
"Let ’em talk," replied the other.
Edward Burton, of the Flying Corps, after several months’ exhausting
service in France, had been invalided home. On reporting himself at
headquarters after his convalescence, he was ordered to the Dardanelles.
Taking a P. and O. steamer for Alexandria, he had met on board an old
friend, Dick Hunter, who had recently come into the corps from a line
regiment, as observer. The supply ship in which they took passage at
Alexandria had put into Athens with a broken shaft, and to save time
they had joined the _Elpinike_ at the moment of her leaving port.
The _Elpinike_ was very old, very dirty, very smelly, and very slow,
plodding along at seven or eight knots. The two airmen, accustomed to
easy and rapid flights, were thoroughly weary of the voyage by the time
the vessel reached harbour. They found themselves there in the midst of
intense activity, reminding Burton of the bustle and orderly confusion
at the bases in France. They reported themselves at headquarters, only
to learn that, pending the arrival of new machines from England, there
was no seaplane ready for them, and they had to resign themselves to
kicking their heels for a time. There was, however, plenty to interest
them. Troops--British, French, and Colonial--were continually arriving
from Egypt and departing on transports for the Dardanelles. Warships
came and went; airmen were present who had reconnoitred for the fleet in
the attacks on the forts, and to discover the strength of the Turks on
both sides of the strait. These retailed their experiences for the
benefit of their comrades newly arrived, who grew more and more eager to
set to work.
Now and then they ran up against Mr. Christopoulos, who was quartered
near them, and found it a little difficult to shake off that garrulous
man of business. He showed a disposition, they thought, to presume on
the acquaintance made during the voyage from the Peiræus. As a rule
they gave only perfunctory acknowledgments of his greetings; sometimes
they were unable to escape him.
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