“So will I,” agreed Frank, “but there is no sign that when we leave here we shall go straight home.”
“Where else would we go?”
“I don’t know. But you must remember Lord Hastings has begun to keep his plans more to himself than he used to do. In fact, he told us so. We are just as likely to head for the Dardanelles or South Africa, for all we know.”
“Well, that’s so, too,” said Jack. “However, I have one of those things you call—that you call—By Jove! I can’t think of the word. Premonitions, I mean.”
“The word you want,” said Frank, “is hunch.”
“That’s it,” cried Jack. “A hunch. I have a hunch that it will not be long before we are back in England.”
“Well, I won’t object to that.”
“I will be glad,” said Jack, “when the time comes when we can go ashore and stay—when the war will be a thing of the past.”
“I am afraid that is a long ways off.”
“It does seem so. And still when peace does come, it probably will come suddenly.”