'We'd better go down,' he added. 'We may find a couple of rifles, and I'll lay we shall need them before we reach our own lines.'
It was an awkward job to get down the bank, for the shale was so loose it kept breaking away under their feet. They had to go quickly, too, for there was every chance of fresh reinforcements or more guns coming up the road.
Fortunately no one else appeared, and in a very few minutes they were busy hunting among the pile of rocks for rifles that had escaped injury. They found three, but only one was serviceable. The sights of the others were damaged. They also found food. It was bread, dark-looking and very stale, and goats' milk cheese.
But they were far too hungry to be particular. They stuffed it into their pockets.
At that moment came a deep groan from among the rocks.
Ken swung round sharply.
'There's one of 'em alive in there,' he said quickly, 'we can't leave the poor beggar to die by inches.'
'A rock avalanche was roaring down the steep.'
He began rolling the stones aside, and guided by the groans he and Roy soon pulled out a youngish Turk and laid him on the side of the road.