On Land and Sea at the Dardanelles

by T. C. Bridges

Some one rose quickly from a chair beside the bed.

'My dear lad,' came his father's voice.

Ken stared at him.

'Is it real?' he asked vaguely. 'Where am I?'

'Absolutely genuine, my boy,' answered Captain Carrington, smiling. 'You are in hospital in Lemnos, and here you've been for two days. We began to think you were never coming round again.'

'I'm sorry I frightened you,' said Ken, 'but I wish you'd tell me how I got here. I had a sort of impression that I ought to be at the bottom of the Dardanelles.'

'The marvel is that we were not all there,' answered his father gravely. 'It was the cruiser "Carnelian" that saved us at the very last moment by putting a six-inch shell into the Turkish destroyer.'

'But how on earth did she come to be there, right up the Straits?' Ken asked amazedly.

'That was Strang's doing. The good chap sent a wireless asking them to look out for us.'

'Jove, that was smart of him,' Ken said smilingly. 'But Roy, dad? Is Roy all right?'