There seemed to be no one in the streets, and small wonder! Before we were half-way down toward the water there began to be a very great noise of firing, of big and little cannon and rifles.
There began to be shouting, and men ran back and forth below us.

I asked Tugendheim what it all might mean, and he said probably a British submarine had shown itself.

I whispered that to the nearest men and they passed the word along.

Great contentment grew among us, none caring after that for rain and mud.

That was the nearest we had been to friends in oh how many months--if it truly were a British submarine! We reached the water-front presently and were brought to a halt in exactly the place where Ranjoor Singh had halted us those five times on the day we tramped the streets.