'Ken flung himself on the signaller.'

'He sprang into the water.'

A friendly salute in passing.

The landing party at Sari Bair reached the beach covered by the fire of their own guns.

'He drove his bayonet at a dark figure.'

Stores, horses, and munitions were being landed on V. beach.

Magnificent work was done by the landing parties in their advance inland.

'"How many are there of you in the pit?"'

'"My German friend isn't exactly in climbing trim."'

'"Hurrah, a plane at last!" said Ken.'

'"'Tis only Lizzie opening the ball."'

Within No. 1 Fort at Cape Helles in the Dardanelles.

Tired out, the soldier was sleeping on a bed of live shells.

'The strain on Ken's arms was awful.'

Tins and barbed wire are cut up in the Dardanelles as 'filling' for bombs.

Our gallant bluejackets cheered the return of the triumphant submarine after her wonderful achievement.

'A rock avalanche was roaring down the steep.'

'Roy brought them down on the man's head.'

'All, even Henkel, glanced upwards.'

"That's either Fort Degetman or Kalis Bahr."

Our boys bring in a Turkish sniper, who by the ample use of foliage has turned himself into a sort of Jack-in-the-Green.

Reinforcements of Turkish artillery and machine gun batteries to bar the passage of our boys in khaki.

'"She's leaking like a sieve."'

When the men return from the trenches, they find sea-bathing most pleasant.

French and British sailors are friends in play-time as in war-time.

'"Hallo! Hallo! Who's that?"'

'Ken sprang over.'

'A black-browed officer came to the rail.'

'Ken's hand gripped that of father.'

'On every side revolvers were cracking.'

'Up shot a sheet of crimson flame.'

'The deck-house melted in a shower of splinters.'