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Meanwhile the assembly in the room had increased, and several children that had been brought by their mothers lifted up their voices to add to the general confusion. In the midst of it all, Mrs. Horan was not to be denied the satisfaction of her curiosity.
And all the time Watson exposited the way Patsy Horan had done it. Occasionally, and very carefully, the facetious sociologist administered a real bruising blow. Once, dragging the poor Judge to his feet, he deliberately bumped his own nose on the gentleman's head. The nose promptly bled. "See that!" cried Watson, stepping back and deftly shedding his blood all down his own shirt front.
It was impossible to see more than a few yards ahead, and it would be the easiest thing in the world to miss the way back to the trench, and either go over the steep edge to the beach or get in among the enemy snipers to the left. 'Look out! cried Roy Horan suddenly, and as he spoke four men rose up out of the thick scrub right in their path.
Carter Watson caught a quick vision of that eating-fork inserted uncomfortably between his ribs, knew that it would be rash to talk further with his mouth, and promptly turned to go. The sight of his meekly retreating back must have further enraged Patsy Horan, for that worthy, dropping the table implements, sprang upon him. Patsy weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. So did Watson.
'There are more than a hundred thousand Turks planted on the Peninsula, and you can bet anything you've got left from the wreck that there isn't one yard of beach that isn't trenched and guarded. 'Where do ye think we'll land? asked Horan eagerly. Ken shrugged his shoulders. 'Haven't a notion, he said. 'There are a lot of small bays up the west coast.
'And there won't be much surprise about it, if we let them see how many men we have aboard, cut in Captain Carrington briskly. The years had dropped away from him, and he was again the naval officer. 'Get down, Ken, and you too, Horan. Williams and Johnston, hide yourselves under that tarpaulin forward.
The big fellow was splashed with blood and dripping with perspiration, but in his eyes was a gleam which told of his delight at the result of the charge. Ken gave a gasp of joy. 'The very man, Horan! Kemp and three Turkish gunners have just gone into the trees opposite. They've got a quick-firer. Are you game to hunt 'em down?
'Carrington, you're an angel in khaki, said Horan rejoicingly. 'I'm your debtor for life. 'Which same will not be a long one if ye don't kape that big body o'yours under cover, said O'Brien dryly, as a bullet, striking the parapet, spattered earth all over them. 'Have ye revolvers? he asked of Ken. None of them had, but these were at once provided, together with plenty of ammunition.
The schoolmaster, however, still writhed as if in great agony and looked at the woman with an expression that might have quieted the tongue of a less courageous woman than Mrs. Horan. "Why do you cling to the desk in that manner?" demanded the woman. The agony in the expression of the schoolmaster's face seemed to be deepened by the question, but he made no response.
Ken had one glimpse of the tall figure towering over him, one hand raised high overhead. Then the arm flashed forward as Roy dashed the grenade full into the centre of the pit. There followed a stunning report a noise so loud that Ken felt as though his very ear-drums were cracked. At the same time Horan staggered back off the parapet, and the quick-firer ceased firing.
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