"Lorry's going into Rockport," announced Kaye. "It leaves here at six. Coming?"
"What's the scheme?" asked Derek. "Nothing much to do in Rockport, is there?"
"It will be a change," replied his chum. "And we can walk back."
"Eight miles," objected Daventry, shrugging his shoulders. "Bit steep, eh? Very well then, I'm on it."
The meal finished, the cadets adjourned for ten minutes' "stand easy" before the afternoon parade, a purely perfunctory ceremonial which takes place at 1.30.
"Well, how went it with you?" asked Kaye, as the two made their way to the fives court.
"Not so dusty," replied Derek modestly. "And you?"
Kaye grinned.
"Smashed a couple of landing-wheels," he replied. "It was hard luck, but no one seemed to mind very much. It was topping up there, though. I'm all out for another joy-ride to-morrow. Rough luck on Dixon."
"What was that?" asked Daventry.