"Hurrah!" sobbed Curtis.
"Hurrah!" echoed Michali. "We killed thirty-four damned Turks!"
"How many men did you lose?" asked Curtis.
"One, shoot through the head. He high up and fall down into the ravine. Turks laugh very loud. Another here, through the stomach. He die pretty soon—he with us. His name Yanne. And me, I get this little wound in the leg. How they hit my leg, I don't know."
As they were talking the church bell began to ring.
CHAPTER XII
"STILL I SAY UNTO YOU, COURAGE"
"Hello! What's that for?" asked Curtis.
Michali shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows?" he replied.
Curtis hopped to the door, unlocked it and looked out. The church stood across the road on the top of a big, flat rock. Though small, it boasted a Byzantine dome. The bell hung in a frame erected over the porch, and the rope was tied about a wooden pillar, to prevent its being blown out of reach by the wind.