Another British submarine stole into the Sea of Marmora with a couple
of land mines to blow up the railway near Constantinople. Lieutenant
D'Oyley-Hughes then swam ashore, pushing a little raft to which the
mines were lashed. He was quite alone, but armed with a bayonet ground
like a razor and an automatic seven-shooter. He also carried a
flash-light and whistle. He shouldered first one mine and then the
other, each the weight of a big man, took them up the hill, and put
them under a little brickwork bridge within a hundred and fifty yards
of the Turkish sentries, who were talking round their fire. Though he
muffled the fuse pistol it was heard by the Turks, who came running
toward him, firing as hard as they could. He let them have his first
clip of seven shots slap in the face and then raced a mile along the
line, doubled back a bit down the cliff, and swam off toward the
submarine. His whistle was not heard at first, as the submarine was in
the next bay; and he had to swim a mile before he came across her
backing out under fire from the Turks.
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