“You are not to go on sentry work to-night.”
I saluted, and went away with Denham, who began to growl:
“The chief’s as cracked over it as you are. But, look here, Val, you must alter your plans.”
“I can’t,” I replied. “I shall go.”
“Of course you will; but you must reshape them so as to take me with you.”
“That’s impossible,” I replied. “But would you go?”
“Would I go? Of course. I should like the fun of it. Here, you must go and tell the chief you feel as if you can’t curry out the business properly unless you have my help.”
I looked at him, laughing.
“I say, who’s cracked now?” I said.
“Well, I believe I am—half,” he replied. “I say, Val, I would like to go with you.”