‘Hurrah!’ he heard Roy shout, but the reason he could not imagine.  He made a desperate effort to struggle up, felt the blood gush hot from his wound.  His head spun, he fell back and knew no more.

Coming back to consciousness after being knocked out is always a slow and painful business.  The first thing that Ken’s muddled brain took in was the surprising fact that he was lying in a real bed between beautifully clean sheets.

He had not been in such a bed for more than six months, and he could not understand it at all.

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.

’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.’

For a moment or two Captain Carrington watched his son in silence.

‘You’ll be doing your bit under rather different conditions in future,’ he said quietly.