"Bless my soul, no!" replied the doctor. "A few months at home and you'll be as fit as a fiddle. Let me be the first to congratulate you, Mr. Setley." "On what?" asked Ralph. "Promotion and the D.S.O.," replied the medico. "Both well earned, let me say. Now, don't get excited, or you'll put yourself back. The sooner you get fit the sooner you'll be given the command of one of the latest super-Tanks. I know that for a fact." "That's good," murmured the wounded lieutenant. "All I hope is that when the Greatest Push comes off I'll again be to the Fore with the Tanks!" PRINTED BY WILLIAM BRENDON AND SON, LTD. PLYMOUTH, ENGLAND [Transcriber's Notes: A probable misprint, which was not corrected, is: [said Sefton] -> [said Setley] Nowhere else in the book the name [Sefton] is used. And the dialog where this occurs, implies that this must be [Setley]. In the paper version, used to make this digital text, there is a page (page no. 168, chapter XVI) where the text was damaged to such an extent that it was unreadable. The area covered five lines. On those lines the first words were corrupted. These pieces are marked in this text with [unreadable text]. A few cases of punctuation errors were corrected, but are not mentioned here. ] End of Project Gutenberg's To The Fore With the Tanks!, by Percy F. Westerman