The cruiser was named the Soctia, much to the gratification of that province.
Personally I did not fear an attack by sea, the town of Soctia, our one port of any importance, being too well fortified.
About now, was finished the installation of the "Wireless" telegraph system, which linked up all our garrison towns.
Then, one eventful day, came the tidings that Bornia was mobilising, ostensibly for manoeuvres. A reasonable enough thing; but there was no need to send so many troops to our frontiers, there was no need to keep matters so secret, and there was no need to issue ball cartridges. Our Secret Service kept us well informed on most points.
I sent the promised word to Carruthers.
Mr. Neville took a broken coin to Piotr.
Quarovitch was commanded to Karena.
Carruthers answered immediately, in a manner at once laconic and wanting in proper respect:
"Coming, good old Splosh."
Quarovitch was to hand.