Instantly all was excitement; the cable began to clank home, smoke poured from the funnels, and in a very short time the whole fleet of transports was moving in a long line out of the harbour, escorted by a bevy of busy, black destroyers.
As the 'Charnwood' passed into her place, the men lined the sides and cheered for all they were worth.
'What day is this?' said Ken to Dave, as the big transport passed out of the mouth of the bay.
'Friday, the twenty-third,' was the answer.
'Twenty-third of April,' said Ken. 'St. George's Day. Then I tell you what, Dave, this is going to be a Sunday job.'
'You mean we'll be landed on Sunday?'
Ken nodded.
'That's about it,' he answered.
[CHAPTER III]
THE LANDING
'Hallo, what's up?' asked Dave Burney. 'We're off again.'