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We filled all the chambers of our revolvers and fixed the weapons on to our belts, wondering what killing men would feel like, and how soon it would begin. "It'll be curious," Doe suggested, "going through life knowing that you killed a man while you were still nineteen. Perhaps in Valhalla we'll be introduced to the men we've killed. Jove! I'll write a poem about that."
A fatigue party of Turkish prisoners carried our kit down to the "Egyptian Pier," whence we were ferried to the Headquarters Ship _Aragon_. Once aboard, Monty took the lead, seeking out the cabin of the Military Landing Officer and presenting to him our orders. He was an attractive little person, this M.L.O., and, having glanced over our papers, said: "East Cheshires? Oh, yes. And where are they?
Are they at Suvla or h.e.l.les?"
Monty said that he hadn't the slightest idea, but imagined it was the business of Headquarters to have some notion of a division's whereabouts.
"East Cheshire Division? Let me see," muttered the M.L.O., chewing his pencil.
We let him see, with the satisfactory result that he brightened up and said:
"Ah, yes. They're at Suvla, I think."
"How nice!" commented Monty. It seemed a suitable remark.
"Well, anyhow," proceeded the M.L.O., in the relieved manner of one who has chosen which of two doubtful courses to adopt, and is happy in his choice, "there's a boat going to Suvla to-night. The _Redbreast_, I think. I'll make you out a pa.s.sage for the _Redbreast_."
He did so, and handed the chit to Monty, who replied:
"Thanks. But supposing the Cheshires are _not_ at Suvla?"
"Why, then," explained the M.L.O., smiling at having an indubitable answer ready, "they'll be at h.e.l.les."
And he beamed agreeably.
Just then there entered the cabin a middle-aged major with a monocle, none other than our old friend, Major Hardy of the _Rangoon_. He fixed us with his monocle and said: "Well, I'm d.a.m.ned!
Young Ray! Young Doe! Young Padre!" Immediately there followed a fine scene of reunion, in which Monty explained our delay at Mudros; Major Hardy told us that he had been appointed Brigade Major to our own brigade, his predecessor having been killed on Fusilier Bluff by the whizz-bang gun; and the M.L.O. shone over all like a benignant angel.
"Ah! Another for the East Cheshires," said he. "Can I have your name, Major?"
"Hardy," came the answer.
"'Hardy'--let me see," and the M.L.O. ran his finger down a big Nominal Roll. "Harris, Harrison, Hartop, Hastings--no 'Hardy' here, Major. Are you sure it's not Hartop?"
The owner of the name declared that he was b.l.o.o.d.y sure.
"Well, I may be wrong," acknowledged the M.L.O. "Why, yes--here we are, 'Hardy.' Well, you left yesterday, and are with your unit." And he put the Nominal Roll away, as much as to say: "The matter's settled, so, as you're there already, you won't need a pa.s.sage."
"I beg your pardon, d.a.m.n you," corrected the Major. "I'm in your filthy office, seeking a chit to get to the East Cheshires."
"I don't see how that can be," grumbled the M.L.O., so far as such a delightful person was capable of grumbling. "But, of course, there may be a mistake somewhere."
"Well, perhaps you'll be good enough," suggested Major Hardy, "to give me a chit to proceed to the East Cheshires to look into the matter."
"Oh, certainly," agreed the M.L.O., with that prepossessing smile which came to his lips when he had discovered the solution of a problem. "There are two boats going to the Peninsula to-night, one to Suvla and the other to h.e.l.les. The _Redbreast_ is the one that's going to Suvla, I fancy, and the _Ermine_ to h.e.l.les. At any rate, try the _Redbreast_, Major."
"Yes," interrupted the Major, "but supposing the _Redbreast_ _doesn't_ go to Suvla--_what_?"
"Why, then," replied the M.L.O., promptly and brightly, "it'll go to h.e.l.les."
This enlightened remark produced such a torrent of oaths from Major Hardy as was only stemmed by the M.L.O.'s a.s.surance that there was no real doubt about the _Redbreast's_ going to Suvla. We left the cabin to the sound of a long "Ha-ha-ha!" from its engaging occupant, who had been tickled, you see, by the Major's outburst.
We were ferried on a steam-tug to the _Redbreast_, and climbed aboard. She seemed a funny little smack after the huge _Rangoon_. We could scarcely elbow our way along, so packed was she with drafts of men belonging to the Lovat Scouts, the Fife and Forfarshire Yeomanry, and the Ess.e.x Regiment.
I was standing among the crowd on her deck, when there was a sound of a rolling chain and a slight rocking of the boat, which provoked an indelicate man near me to take off his helmet and pretend to be sick in it. There was a rumbling of the engines as their wheels began to revolve, and a throbbing of the _Redbreast's_ heart as though she found difficulty in getting under way with such a load.
Then a sudden and alarming snort from her siren drew cries of "Hooter's gone!" "Down tools, lads!" "Ta-ta, Mudros!" "All aboard for Dixie!" "Hurry up, hurry up, get upon the deck, Find the nearest girl, and put your arms around her neck, For the last boat's leaving for home."
With cheering from the anch.o.r.ed ships that we pa.s.sed; with a band playing somewhere "The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond"; with greeting and banter from the _Ermine_, which was steaming out with us on her voyage to h.e.l.les; and with all these things under an overcast sky that broke frequently into rain, we left Lemnos, the harbour and the hills, going out through a dulled sunset.
"Put trees on those hills," said Doe, approaching me, "and in this bad light you could imagine you were going out of the estuary of the Fal to the open sea."
"Do you wish you were?" asked I, looking at the hills we had climbed the day before.
"No. I like the excitement of this. It's the best moment in the war I've had. This is life!"
From the sunset and sounds of the harbour we steamed into the stillness and dark of the open seas. No lights were allowed on the decks, for the enemy knew all about these nightly trips to Turkey.
Singing and shouting were suppressed, and we heard nothing but the noise of the engines, the splatter of the agitated water as it struck our hull, and the sound, getting fainter and fainter, of the _Ermine_ ploughing to h.e.l.les.
"The stage is in darkness," whispered Doe in his fanciful way. "It's the changing of the acts."
The rain began to fall in torrents, and the sky periodically was lit by flashes of an electric storm. And then we suddenly became conscious of new flashes playing among those of the lightning.
"The guns?" I murmured.
"Sure thing," answered Doe.
A sharp shiver of delight ran through both our bodies. Our eyes at last were watching war. To think of it! We were off the world-famous Peninsula!
And it was pitch-darkness, with flashing lights everywhere! From Navy and Army both, searchlights swept the sea and sky, shut themselves off, and opened anew. Signals in Morse sparkled with their dots and dashes. From the distant trenches star-sh.e.l.ls rose in the air, and seemed to hang suspended for a s.p.a.ce, while we caught the rapid tick-tick of far-away rifle fire.
"It's a blinkin' firework show," said a Tommy's voice; and Doe announced in my ear: "Rupert, I'm inspired! I've an idea for a poem.
Our lives are a pantomime, and the Genius of the Peninsula is the Demon King; and here we have the flashes and thunder that always illumine the horrors of his cave.... Jumping Jupiter! What's that?"
A tremendous report had gone off near us; a brilliant light had shown up the lines of a cruiser; a sh.e.l.l had shrieked past us and whistled away to explode among the Turks; and a loud, and swelling murmur of amazement and admiration, rising from the _Redbreast_, had burst into a thousand laughs.
"Fate laughs at my poem," grumbled Doe.
The rain raced down: and, at about ten o'clock, we learned that, for the first time in the history of the _Redbreast_, it would be too rough for anyone to land. We must therefore spend the night aboard, and take the risk of disembarking under the enemy's guns in the morning. So, wooing sleep, we huddled into the chairs of the saloon, and wished for the day. We slept through troubled dreams, and woke to a gathering calm on the sea. As our eager eyes swept the view by daylight, we found that we were in a semicircular and unsheltered bay, whose choppy water harboured two warships that were desultorily firing. Near us a derelict trawler lay half submerged.
The truth broke upon us: we were floating at anchor in Suvla Bay.
CHAPTER X
SUVLA AND h.e.l.lES AT LAST
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