ationhood and all that that means. But, understand, when
I speak of nationhood as applied to the Australian and New Zealander, I
mean pride of race, pride of dominion, pride of achievement, and the
ability to be a partner in the great Empire that is ours. Our
forefathers resented this attitude of our colonial cousins. For that
reason we lost the American colonies. That lesson was good. We now
realise that it is good business to let such as the Australian and New
Zealander manage their own affairs. It saves us worry, it saves
expense, it breeds a distinct type--a type conscious of their ability,
but aware of the need of co-operation and co-ordination in Imperial
defence and Imperial trade. Wise men ask no more.

Now in affairs of war there is also a difference between the New
Zealander and Australian. The Australian resembles the
Irishman--daring, desperate, and frequently reckless; the New Zealander
resembles the Scot--equally daring, equally determined, but more canny
and cautious. In brief, the New Zealander is more ready to weigh the
issues and count the cost. Both types are necessary in war; both are
extremely useful. Now I have reached my tale.

The General Staff had heard that the Turks were concentrating men and
munitions for a great attack. Information was scarce; information was
imperative, for on information the modern general depends. And this
information had to come from the very centre of the Turkish defence.
It was the hour for a man, and that man had to be found. That was the
problem which faced the Chief of Staff. He knew that almost every
officer would volunteer. He thought of many Australians; but no, their
reckless bravery might wreck his schemes. And then he pictured in his
eye the New Zealanders he knew. One by one they passed in review. At
last he recalled "Tony," a young subaltern from Hawkes Bay. He was a
graduate of an Auckland school--a strong, well-built, swarthy youth,
with that coolness, daring, and acumen necessary for the job. "Yes,
he'll do," muttered the Chief as he rang up the New Zealand Dragoons.

"Send Lieutenant Tony Brown to headquarters at once."

"Very good, sir," answered an orderly. In two hours Tony entered the
dug-out and saluted.

"I've a job for you, Mr. Brown. It might mean your death; it might
mean the D.S.O. Are you on?"

"I'm on, sir; but please explain."

"Get one of the Navy boats. Go up the coast for two miles. Land and
get across in