CHAPTER VII

On the road again—Up with the reserves—Chorlu—
A royal feast—Cookery versus photography—De¬
veloping films—Disaster — My " lost twelve "—
Bernard Grant's pictures—No couriers—The Major
forgetful—The pressman's burden.

It was an unpleasant position that we
found ourselves in, and it would have
been still more so but for our military
companion, who rose to the occasion and
worked out our bearings with the aid
of a compass. The deductions he drew
were accurate, and after dismounting and
leading our horses across several fields,
knee-deep in the soft earth, we struck
another road and followed it in the direc¬
tion of Chorlu. By the light of the
moon, which now rose and aided us to
comprehend  something of our  surround-

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