A pause. Then, 'Now you can move.'
Again Roy's strong hands shifted his feet. Twice more this happened; then just as he began to feel that he could stand the strain no longer, he heard Roy's jolly laugh.
'We've done it. One step more, and you're on the ledge.'
A moment later, and they stood together on a ledge nearly a yard wide. It seemed like a turnpike road compared to the one above.
Tins and barbed wire are cut up in the Dardanelles as 'filling' for bombs.
