"A1 at Lloyd's, colonel. But I reckon we ought to pull old Johnny Turk's leg."
"How?"
"Play tricks on him. Give a cheer an' kid we're going to charge. They'll fire every bally round they've got."
"Good idea, Buster—good idea! We'll do that to-night."
About 8 P.M. that night the whole front line fixed bayonets and showed them above the parapet. At a given signal all let out a ringing cheer. The poor old Turks got into an awful stew. Machine-guns, field-guns, and rifles opened up a terrific fire. They kept it up for over half an hour, firing thousands of rounds.
"Another cheer, boys," ordered the colonel.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" went the Turks again. The ruse was a splendid one. But the wily Turk tumbled to the game at last.
"We'll need to get something new, boys; that game's played out," said the colonel next day.
After consulting his men they hit on another scheme. About twenty men were ordered to fix bayonets and continually pass along the line, allowing their bayonets to show above the parapet as they marched along.
On reaching the end they pulled their rifles down and crept back to where they had started from. Again they marched along, showing their bayonets, as before. The old Turks simply saw this constant stream of bayonets. They concluded that the Australians were massing for the attack. The Turks lined their trenches and opened up another furious fusillade, supported by machine-guns and shrapnel. Thousands of rounds were expended before they realised that they had been fooled once more.