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'Had breakfast?'
'Yes, sir.'
'I want to hear what you've been doing. Let's have the whole yarn.'
Ken told him. He put it as shortly as he could, but gave his story clearly
and well. Lieutenant Strang listened with the deepest attention.
''Pon my word, you and your chum have been going it some!' he remarked
when Ken at last finished. 'So you're a son of Captain Carrington? How is
it you did not take a commission?'
'I didn't think I had any right to it, sir,' Ken answered simply. 'It
seemed to me it was the sort of thing one ought to win.'
'Just so. I dare say you are right. I hope you'll get one anyhow. But see
here, I can't put you ashore. We're going north, not south.'
'Going up through the Straits, sir?' exclaimed Ken. 'We've gone. We're
opposite Bulair this minute, so far as I can judge.'
CHAPTER XV
KEN MEETS AN OLD FRIEND
'Then--then you're bound for Constantinople?' said Ken eagerly.
Strang laughed.
'Not necessarily. No, I am not particularly anxious to charge into the
Golden Horn.
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