CHAPTER XIII
THE DASH FOR OBSERVATION CAMP
"How's Aubrey Hawke?" asked Ranworth, without pausing in the midst of his preparations.
"Still pretty groggy, sir," replied Travers.
"H'm; it's a pity. I'm afraid, Leslie, I must ask for your assistance once more."
"Only too pleased, sir," replied the lad, his eyes sparkling with delight.
"It's hard lines after having your skull well-nigh cracked, to say nothing of other hardships."
"I hardly feel it," declared Leslie. "But how about Guy? Can he come, too?"
"If he's quite willing," assented Ranworth. "It's well to have a second substitute; but, on the other hand, don't press him, I can get Baker or Long to assist you."