ke a gentleman and
a soldier.

The success of the first troops inspired the following reserves. They
all wanted to emulate the Kangaroo Marines and other dashing corps.
Without waiting for their complete units, these little groups crawled,
floundered, and wriggled their way up the gully on to the hill. It was
now daylight. As they gained the summit the Turks greeted them with
terrific bursts of shrapnel and common shell. The crack, the white
puff of smoke, then the scattering balls of lead did not dismay these
warriors.

It roused their curiosity, and, like schoolboys, some stopped to see
the fun of the show. Cover they disdained. They were too proud to
duck and hide in a hole or trench. This was the recklessness for which
they had to pay. Yet it was useful. It taught them that to take
advantage of all cover was the modern soldier's game.

"Extend, boys, extend!" roared an officer as the reserves came up.
They ran out and tried to make a long, rough line. They could see the
fleeing Turks, and behind them the Kangaroo Marines and other members
of the first landing force. Ahead was a little valley and then a
slope. This was commanded by the Turks.

"Come on, boys," shouted an officer.

Little groups, under subalterns, N.C.O.'s, or privates with the
leader's instinct, dashed towards this hill. More were killed, more
wounded on the way; but, undaunted, they pushed on. Up the slopes
crawled, clambered, and cursed the dashing infantry. They reached
their objective, and, again, the Turks had gone.

"My God--what a sight!" said Claud, looking behind. The ground was
dotted with dead and dying. Wounded men crawled and limped to the
rear, their clothes soaked in blood. Men with limbs shattered to pulp
lay moaning and pleading for death. Others, slightly wounded, poured
water down the parched throats of the suffering. It was a shambles.
It was war.

Yet the touch of mercy and humanity was not absent. Doctors and
bearers, disdaining death, tended the wounded and dying. Under a
ruthless fire orderlies carried the sufferers down to the beach below.
Many were killed at the job. Nobly they stuck to it. The heroism of
these Red Cross men is one of the finest things in the Gaba Tepe show.

The attack had now developed into a galloping pursuit. Turks were
demoralised, and after them went the Australians like whippets on the
course. There was no regular line. Little units were here and there.
It was the