For a minute or two they saw no human beings. The sounds had ceased. But presently, about a third of a mile away to the south, they caught sight of a party of half a dozen horsemen searching the shore of the lake, now trotting into the wood, now riding at the edge of the water, now cantering along the bridle-track in the direction of the Englishmen. "Turks!" murmured Burton. "They must have seen the machines fall," said Hunter. "This is awkward, Teddy." "It is, by Jove! and there are more of them. Look at that lot behind there. They’ll be here in three or four minutes--no time to plaster the crack and get away." "We had better scuttle our plane and dive into the woods. There’s just a chance of our getting across the Maritza into Bulgaria." "That means internment. Besides, it would be simply rotten to destroy the machine if we can help it. Perhaps there’s some other way. In any case we must get back. Put on a sprint." They raced back to the spot where they had landed, the knoll concealing them from the Turkish search-party. The sight of the body of the German pilot suggested an idea to Burton. "Look here, we must trick them," he said rapidly. "There’s a bare chance of saving our machine, and I doubt whether we’ve time enough even to destroy it. For the next quarter of an hour I’m a German, and you’re my English prisoner. We are done if there’s a German among them, but that’s our chance." Removing his own cap, he replaced it with that of the German pilot, borrowing at the same time one or two small articles of his equipment. Then he bound Hunter’s hands and feet. "Slip-knots, old man," he said. "You can free yourself in a jiffy. But don’t do it too soon. Just in time! I hear them coming. Here goes!" He uttered a loud shout. In a few moments the horsemen appeared on the crest of the knoll. Burton waved his left hand, with his right holding a pistol pointed at Hunter’s head. The horsemen, led by an elderly Turkish officer in grey uniform and fez, galloped down towards them. While the officer was still several paces distant, Burton saluted and addressed him. "Sprechen Sie Deutsch, mein Herr?" No one would have guessed with what anxious trepidation he awaited the answer. He had used almost all the German he knew. His heart leapt when the Turk shook his head. "Vous parlez Français, monsieur?" said Burton. "Oui, certainement. Qu’est-ce que c’est que ça?"