ambulance wagon in the morning to give the piece of soap to Hawk.

"He *hasn t* got any soap," I explained, "and he asked me to send him
a bit. Tell him it's from me, and that I hope he'll find it all right-
- it's the best we have!"

Hawk got the soap, guessed there was a reason for sending it, broke it
open and found the note. So a simple boy-scout trick came in useful on
active service.




CHAPTER XXVII


THE DEPARTURE


Now came a period of utter stagnation

It was a deadlock.

We held the bay, the plain of Anafarta, the Salt Lake, the Kislar Dagh
and Kapanja Sirt in a horse-shoe.

The Turks held the heights of Sari Bair, Anafarta village, and the
hills beyond "Jefferson's Post" in a semicircle enclosing us. Nothing
happened. We shelled and they shelled--every day. Snipers sniped and
men got killed; but there was no further advance. Things had remained