"May I, sir?"
He turned to the lad, pale beside him, and smacked a hand into his.
"Kit!" he cried with gusty laughter, "you should have been a soldier!"
CHAPTER XL
THE SWIM IN THE DARK
Kit awoke with the horrors.
All was black about him, and a great hand lay on his breast.
He gripped it, gurgling.
A calm voice, already strangely familiar, reassured him.
"By your leave, sir, it's about time for you to rouse and bitt."