it is really
remarkable how one can walk through an enemy's lines when dressed in
their uniform; but it takes a stout heart to do it.

Tony reached the foot of the knoll and commenced to ascend. Just as he
reached the top he was startled by a Turk who cried out a greeting. He
mumbled something in a boorish style and dropped down in a friendly way
beside his man. Before the old Turk realised what was happening he lay
dead with a revolver bullet in his brains.

"Phew! What a noise!" muttered Tony as he looked at his victim and
then all round the hill to see if the noise had alarmed the land. Luck
favoured him. A random shot is nothing in war. Finding a hole near
by, he dumped the body in, then covered it over with grass. This done,
he whipped out his glasses and commenced to study things. Away in
front he could see the convoys slowly moving past. There were guns,
ammunition wagons, water-carts, ration wagons, and streams of men.
This was not the usual reliefs and supplies. There was something
doing. The troops were new, their equipment was good, their bearing
fresh and alert. All this was very interesting; but Tony was not near
enough to get what he wanted. He decided to walk right through the
lines. Leaving his rifle and placing his revolver and glasses in the
Turkish haversack, he set off. He was soon one of the many straggling
Turkish troops on various errands. They hailed him in their oriental
way, but Tony simply grunted in reply.

That is a way of the East, so all went well. At last the daring
officer was close behind the Turkish lines. He stumbled on the
batteries well placed and well hid. Stacks of shells lay to hand in
preparation for their attack. In another part he located a
searchlight, and down in a little gully he found a forward base for gun
and rifle ammunition. This was a sound discovery. He memorised the
spot and tried to locate it on the map. Passing on, he came to a field
hospital. This was being cleared, for wagons were taking the wounded
men away to the ships which lay in the offing. When a hospital is
being cleared, look out for a fight. A soldier understands what it
means.

Tony finally arrived in a sort of rest camp. It was alive with
men--fresh ones from Constantinople. There were plenty of German
officers, too, also some sailors with _Goeben_ and _Breslau_ on their
caps. He wondered what the sailors were there for. They seemed to be
camped round an artillery