'That was Strang's doing. The good chap sent a wireless asking them to
look out for us.'
'Jove, that was smart of him,' Ken said smilingly. 'But Roy, dad? Is Roy
all right?'
'Quite right. He has rejoined his regiment.'
Ken's face fell.
'What about me, dad? Don't say I shan't be able to do the same.'
'There is no need to say anything of the sort, my boy,' replied his father
quickly. 'The only trouble with you is that you lost more blood than was
good for you. The splinter cut a small artery. I have no doubt whatever
that you will be able to rejoin in a month or so.'
'A month! It may be all over by then.'
'It won't,' said the other gravely. 'It will take more than a month to
open the Dardanelles. You'll get your fill of fighting before this
business is over. Those who know best say that it will take three months
at least to beat the Turks.'
'That's all right,' said Ken, with reckless disregard for the hopes of the
British Empire. 'I want a chance of doing my bit in the trenches alongside
Dave and Roy.
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