os sick. He really was
very sick indeed. He recovered to some extent of the fever, and joined
us one day at Suvla. This was in the Old Dry Water-course period, when
Hawk and I lived in the bush-grown ditch.

Officers, N.C.O.'s, and men were tired out with overwork. This young
officer came up to the Kapanja Sirt to take over the next spell of duty.

I remember him now, pale and sickly, with the fever still hanging on
him, and dark, sunken eyes. He spoke in a dull, lifeless way.

"Do you think you'll be all right?" asked the adjutant.

"Yes, I think so," he answered.

"Well, just stick here and send down the wounded as you find them. Don't
go any farther along; it's too dangerous up there--you understand?"

"All right, sir."

It was only a stroke of luck that I didn't stay with him and his
stretcher-squads.

"You'd better come down with me, sergeant," says the adjutant.

Next day the news spread in that mysterious way which has always puzzled
me. It spread as news does spread in the wild and desolate regions of
the earth.

"... lost... all the lot..."

"Who is?"

"Up there... Lieutenant S--- and the squads..."

"How-joo-know?"

"Just heard--that wounded fellow over there on the stretcher... they
went out early this morning, and they've gone--no sign, never came back
at all--"

"'E warn't fit ter take charge... 'e was ill, you could see."

"Nice thing ter do. The old man'll go ravin' mad."

"It was a ravin' mad thing to put the poor feller in charge... "

"Don't criticise yer officers," said some wit, quoting the Army
Regulations.

The adjutant and a string of squads turned out, and we went back again
to the spot where we had left the young officer the evening before.

The cook and an orderly man remained, and we heard from them the details
of the mystery.

Early that morning they had formed up, and gone off under Lieutenant
S--- along the mule track overlooking the Gulf of Saros. That was all.
There was still hope, of course... but there wasn't a sign of them to
be seen. The machine-gun section had seen them pass right along. Some
officers had warned them not to go up, but they went and they never came
back.

There were rumours that one of the N.C.O.'s of the party, a sergeant,
had been seen lying on some rocks.

"Just riddled with bullets--riddled!"

The hours dragged on. I begged of the adjutant to let me go off along
the ridge on my own to see if I could find any trace.

"It's too dang