"There seemed millions of them lying round that battery," said Jack.
"They reckon there were 8,000 English and 6,000 of our men in the fight, and between 50,000 and 60,000 Russians. So that every one of our men put at least one of theirs hors de combat--a remarkable performance indeed."
"I've been thinking, Jim," he said presently, "that a few days on the sea would set you up again quicker than anything else. What do you say?"
"I'd like it immensely, sir, if it could be managed. It's awfully good of you."
"You're creditable boys, you see, and I'm anxious not to lose either of you. I wonder how soon the medico would let you go, too, Jack?" And he looked at him with a practised eye. "Not for a week anyway, I expect."
"I feel as if I could sleep for a week, sir. It's so mighty comfortable here," he said drowsily.
"They've had such a stomachful to-day that I think they'll keep quiet for a time now. It was a great scheme and they did their best. It'll take them a little time to work up a new one. Well, we'll see about it to-morrow. You think you'll be able to sleep, Jack?"
"Sure, sir, when I get the chance. Jim's been talking ever since the doctor went."