Slowly he opened his eyes, and looked up at a whitewashed ceiling. Through
a window opposite the sun was shining and a warm breeze blowing.
'I suppose I'm dreaming,' he said at last, and was surprised to hear how
weak and husky his voice seemed.
Some one rose quickly from a chair beside the bed.
'My dear lad,' came his father's voice.
Ken stared at him.
'Is it real?' he asked vaguely. 'Where am I?'
'Absolutely genuine, my boy,' answered Captain Carrington, smiling. 'You
are in hospital in Lemnos, and here you've been for two days. We began to
think you were never coming round again.'
'I'm sorry I frightened you,' said Ken, 'but I wish you'd tell me how I
got here. I had a sort of impression that I ought to be at the bottom of
the Dardanelles.'
'The marvel is that we were not all there,' answered his father gravely.
'It was the cruiser "Carnelian" that saved us at the very last moment by
putting a six-inch shell into the Turkish destroyer.'
'But how on earth did she come to be there, right up the Straits?' Ken
asked amazedly.
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