The Fight for Constantinople: A Story of the Gallipoli PeninsulaWesterman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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The Fight for Constantinople: A Story of the Gallipoli Peninsula
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
Adventure stories; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
Imperiously the midshipman signed to them to assist his companion out
of the pitfall. This they did with extreme alacrity, prompted by fear
of their supposed German officers. Having regained his temporary
freedom, Dick, without any attempt at thanks, ordered them in German to
replace the dislodged cover to the pit. One of the Turks understood
sufficient German to know what was required; the squad set to work,
while Dick and his companion unconcernedly walked off.
"We must trust to luck not to find a German in this section of the
advanced trenches," said Dick as they drew well clear of the scene of
their late misadventure. "We'll have to risk it, for there's no other
way."
Cautiously picking their path between numerous rifle-pits and concealed
machine-guns, the two fugitives made for a part of the defences where a
gap appeared to exist between the trenches. Here men were hard at work
under the direction of Turkish officers. The latter saluted as the
supposed German officers approached, but made no attempt to converse
with them. Instead they urged their men to greater efforts, as if
everything depended upon satisfying their Teutonic masters in the art
of war.
By this time the Allied air squadron had disappeared. Without
sustaining injury, and having done considerable damage to Fort
Medjidieh, the sea-planes returned to their parent ship, the _Ark
Royal_. Once more the Turkish search-lights directed part of their
activities to sweeping the surrounding country.
Arriving at the farthermost line of trenches, Dick coolly mounted the
parapet and took a careful survey of their general direction and
character. He noticed that they were extraordinarily deep and narrow,
so that unless a shell actually pitched into a trench the danger to the
Turkish defenders was comparatively small. Another matter which
attracted his attention was the number of machine-guns. Not only were
there dozens concealed a hundred yards or so to the rear of the
foremost trenches, but the parapets of the trenches fairly bristled
with these deadly weapons. Roughly, there was one to every five yards,
each gun being protected by a heavy V-shaped shield. The Turks had
thoroughly mastered the principles of modern warfare under European
conditions, and the task of the Allied Expeditionary Force was to be a
very stiff one.
The Sub and his companion quite realized the extreme risk they were
running. To be captured in the disguise of German officers meant an
ignominious death as spies, but their audacity completely disarmed
suspicion. To all appearances they were zealously visiting the Turkish
troops engaged in perfecting the landward defences.
After a lengthy survey Dick leisurely descended the low parapet, and,
accompanied by the midshipman, strolled towards the soldiers engaged in
erecting barbed-wire entanglements in front of the trenches and
clearing away the brushwood that might afford cover to an attacking
force.
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