Roy handed up Othman and scrambled out himself but they had to lift Ken out of the water. Once on deck, however, he insisted on scrambling to his feet.
'Not damaged?' inquired Lieutenant Strang with a touch of anxiety in his voice.
'Not a bit, sir,' Ken answered.
'I congratulate you, Carrington. It was an uncommon good and plucky bit of work, and I shall see that it is reported to your own commanding officer.'
Ken went below, tingling with a pleasure which made him forget his aching joints and muscles.
[CHAPTER XVI]
TACKLING THE TROOPER
'Yes, come in.'
Lieutenant Strang, busy plotting out something on a chart, looked up as the sentry parted the curtains of his cabin.
'Can Corporal Carrington see you, sir?' asked the man.
'Certainly. Send him in.'