The remaining Turk, seeing his companions down, turned and made a dead bolt. Kemp, with a cry of rage which came plainly to their ears, rushed after him, apparently with the idea of bringing him back.
Ken and Roy both loosed off at once, but without success, and next instant their quarry was out of sight over the far ridge.
'Rotten luck! It was Kemp we wanted,' growled Roy.
'We want the gun worse,' Ken answered grimly.
Springing up, he dropped into the far gully and began to run towards the gun.
'Watch out for Kemp,' sang out Roy, as he followed. 'He may be laying for us just over the ridge.'
'I thought of that,' answered Ken. 'I'll slip across and have a look.'
Both crept together over the second ridge, but there was no sign of Kemp or of the third Turk. They might have sunk into the ground for all that could be seen of them.
'Now for the gun,' said Ken, as he dropped back into the gully.
They wasted no time at all in reaching it. Beside it lay the two Turks. They were both quite dead.