I can't discuss it with you, Tommy.

But I've got to go.

The Chief has granted me eight weeks and I am off at dawn." Monck made as if he would turn inwards with the words.
"You're going Home ?" ejaculated Tommy.

"By Jove, old fellow, it'll be quick work." Then, his sympathy coming uppermost again, "I say, I'm confoundedly sorry.

You'll take care of yourself ?" "Oh, every care." Monck paused to lay an unexpected hand upon the lad's shoulder.