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I assured him that we were still enduring, and urged him on no account to give up the arms to the Turkish authorities  not even if we had to make the ultimate sacrifice. Finally, when it was found that torture and imprisonment would not make us yield our secret, the Turks resorted to the final test  the ordeal which we could not withstand. I ASSURED HIM THAT WE WERE STILL ENDURING AND URGED HIM ON NO ACCOUNT TO GIVE UP THE ARMS TO THE TURKISH AUTHORITIES NOT EVEN IF WE HAD TO MAKE THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE FINALLY WHEN IT WAS FOUND THAT TORTURE AND IMPRISONMENT WOULD NOT MAKE US YIELD OUR SECRET THE TURKS RESORTED TO THE FINAL TEST THE ORDEAL WHICH WE COULD NOT WITHSTAND
st part of it is not the blow itself, but the whistling of the rod through the air as it rushes to its mark. The groans of my older comrades, whose gasps and prayers I could hear through the walls of the cell, helped me bear the agony until unconsciousness mercifully came to the rescue. For several days more we were kept in the prison, sick and broken with suffering. The second night, as I lay sleepless and desperate on the strip of dirty matting that served as bed, I heard a scratch-scratching at the grated slit of a window, and presently a slender stick was inserted into the cell. I went over and shook it; some one at the other end was holding it firm. And then, a curious whispering sound began to come from the end of the stick. I put my ear down, and caught the voice of one of the men from our village. He had taken a long bamboo pole, pierced the joints, and crept up behind a broken old wall close beneath my window. By means of this primitive telephone we talked as long as we dared. STRANGE TO SAY THE WORST PART OF IT IS NOT THE BLOW ITSELF BUT THE WHISTLING OF THE ROD THROUGH THE AIR AS IT RUSHES TO ITS MARK GROANS OF MY OLDER COMRADES WHOSE GASPS AND PRAYERS I COULD HEAR THROUGH THE WALLS OF THE CELL HELPED ME BEAR THE AGONY UNTIL UNCONSCIOUSNESS MERCIFULLY CAME TO THE RESCUE FOR SEVERAL DAYS MORE WE WERE KEPT IN THE PRISON SICK AND BROKEN WITH SUFFERING THE SECOND NIGHT AS I LAY SLEEPLESS AND DESPERATE ON THE STRIP OF DIRTY MATTING THAT SERVED AS BED I HEARD A SCRATCH SCRATCHING AT THE GRATED SLIT OF A WINDOW AND PRESENTLY A SLENDER STICK WAS INSERTED INTO THE CELL I WENT OVER IT AND SHOOK IT SOME ONE AT THE OTHER END WAS HOLDING IT FIRM AND THEN A CURIOUS WHISPERING SOUND BEGAN TO COME FROM THE END OF THE STICK I PUT MY EAR DOWN AND CAUGHT THE VOICE OF ONE OF THE MEN FROM OUR VILLAGE HE HAD TAKEN A LONG BAMBOO POLE PIERCED THE JOINTS AND CREPT UP BEHIND A BROKEN OLD WALL CLOSE BENEATH MY WINDOW BY MEANS OF THIS PRIMITIVE TELEPHONE WE TALKED AS LONG AS WE DARED
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