I made no answer, and marvelled greatly that the "man of God" should
not be better prepared to meet "his Maker," of Whom in civil life he
had talked so much.

It was just then that I spotted it--a little black figure, motionless,
away beyond the bushes on the right.




CHAPTER XII


THE SNIPER-HUNT


He lay flat under a huge rock. I left the stretcher-squads, and,
crawling behind a bush, looked through the glasses. It certainly was a
Turk, and his position was one of hiding. He kept perfectly motionless
on his stomach and his rifle lay by his side.

I sent a message to pass the word up to the leading squads for Hawk.
Quickly he came down to me and took the glasses. He had wonderful
sight. After looking for a few seconds he agreed that it looked like a
Turkish sniper lying in wait.

"Let's go and see, anyway," said I.

"Chance it?"