landed at the
point decided on, it is doubtful whether the landing would have been so
thoroughly effective as it proved on the other beach.

"Not much doing--eh?" said Colonel Killem to his adjutant as he peered
through the darkness to the shore. Indeed, it seemed that the enemy
had left this shore unguarded. But the Turks are wily soldiers. They
allowed the boats to near the shore, then opened up a murderous rifle
and machine-gun fire.

"Gad! Boys, I'm hit!" said a subaltern, falling, his blood spurting in
a stream all over his clothes.

"So'm I!" said another youngster with a ping in his arm.

"Holy Father, preserve us!" muttered Doolan, crossing himself, as they
grated on the shore.

"Jump, boys, jump!" shouted the colonel. There was no need to tell
them, no need to show the lead. They leaped pluckily from their boats
and dashed up the beach. There was a pause while a few collected.

Then, seeing the Turks firing furiously from a trench ahead, somebody
yelled out, "Charge!" A cheer electrified the chilling dawn as they
rushed on. Some were killed; some fell, wounded, on the way; the
others pressed forward, their faces grim, their eyes alert, and the
muscles of their arms all taut with the fierce gripping of the rifles
in their hands. It was their first charge; but they did it like the
veterans of Corunna and Waterloo.

"Allah! Allah!" shouted the Turks as they neared the trenches.

"Too late, old cock," said Bill, plunging his bayonet home.

"That's one for Paddy Doolan."

"Help, Paddy; this big deevil's got me," yelled Sandy, who had been
struck by a Turk. Crash went the Irishman's butt on the Turk's skull,
and he fell back dead. Sandy's wound was dressed, and he was sent to
the rear. Meantime some supports had come up.

Seeing the Turks fleeing into another trench some fifty yards up the
slope, the colonel ordered them to charge again. The Australians'
blood was up. They had seen red and had felt success. They wanted
more. Throwing off their cumbersome packs, they charged forward again.

"They've got me," shouted an officer, throwing up his arms and letting
out the awful shriek of death. But this withering fire did not appal
these young Australians. The sight of their comrades, dead and
wounded, roused them more. Revenge set their faces hard, and with many
a fierce and terrible oath they leaped into the second trench.

"The Australians will retire," said an officer, jumping in f