"Ugh!" grunted Kenneth. "Is my collar-bone broken?" "Not a bit of it, or you couldn’t move your neck like that. Can you get up?" "Give me a hand." He rose slowly to his feet. "Is my skull cracked?" he asked. "Where’s my cap?" Harry picked it up, and put it on his head after feeling all over the skull. "Just pinch me up and down the legs, will you?" said Kenneth. "I don’t think there’s anything wrong," said Harry after pressing all the joints and muscles. "Then I’ve cost the Germans a good few pounds for nothing. I’m horribly dizzy; feel as if a whole rugger team had been over me. You got through to headquarters?" "Yes. But look here, I’ll tell you about it presently. D’you think you could stick on the carrier? The sooner we get out of this the better." "Let me walk a little first. I’m rather top-heavy at present. You got there first?" "Yes." "Good man! ’Fraid we’d both muff it.... Is my face as dirty as my hands?" "My dear child, your face is all right. If you talk like that I shall be certain you are cracked." "All right, old man; only I was thinking of your face, you know. I don’t mind so long as we are both pretty much alike." "Well now, hop on, and I’ll go fairly slowly. If you feel inclined to tumble off, sing out and I’ll catch you before you fall." Kenneth, however, managed to maintain his seat on the carrier, and the two rode into headquarters just before absolute dark. They were given a billet for the night, and told to return to their regiment as best they could next day. Luckily able to get a bath, they were then provided with supper, and Harry had an opportunity of telling at his ease how he had managed to save the situation. "You see, after I had put him down with the Hikiotoshi----" "I nearly rolled off with laughing when you sang that out," Kenneth interrupted. "How delighted old Kishimaru would be! I must write and tell him about it. Go on."