Roy handed up Othman and scrambled out himself but they had to lift Ken
out of the water. Once on deck, however, he insisted on scrambling to his
feet.
'Not damaged?' inquired Lieutenant Strang with a touch of anxiety in his
voice.
'Not a bit, sir,' Ken answered.
'I congratulate you, Carrington. It was an uncommon good and plucky bit of
work, and I shall see that it is reported to your own commanding officer.'
Ken went below, tingling with a pleasure which made him forget his aching
joints and muscles.
CHAPTER XVI
TACKLING THE TROOPER
'Yes, come in.'
Lieutenant Strang, busy plotting out something on a chart, looked up as
the sentry parted the curtains of his cabin.
'Can Corporal Carrington see you, sir?' asked the man.
'Certainly. Send him in.'
Ken, looking more like himself in his khaki, which was now thoroughly
dried, entered and saluted.
'Well, Carrington, what is it?' The commander's tone was quick, almost
curt, yet there was a smile on his keen face as his eyes fell on Ken's
upright figure.
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