'We're going to,' said Ken fiercely, 'but I'm afraid it means crawling all the way back up that beastly water-course.'
'Up the water-course?' repeated Roy. 'Great Ghost, there are no boats up there.'
'It's not boats I'm after in the first place, it's a disguise. See here. You know I told you there were two dead Turks alongside that shell hole. My notion is to take their uniforms or just their overcoats, and then walk boldly down to the beach, and tell the chaps there that we have a despatch to take across to Ghanak.'
'Put up a bluff,' Roy answered. 'I see. But surely they have a cable across.'
'They had, but the "Sapphire" cut it. And since it's gone, why I should fancy the only way of getting messages across is by boat.'
'But what about the password?' suggested Roy.
'We'll have to chance that. There are not likely to be any officers about on the beach at night. It isn't as if there was any danger of attack here. They are right under the forts of the Narrows.'
'Well,' said Roy, rising with a sigh, 'it sounds a pretty good scheme. But I'd give more than sixpence to get out of crawling back up that abominable gully.
'I'm afraid there's no help for it,' replied Ken, as he started.
Both were tired with their long tramp across country, and they were sadly in need of food and rest. It was wretchedly disappointing, after they had at last made the sea, to have to turn back again inland. They were a very silent pair as they toiled back over the cracked clay and loose stones.