The Indiarubber Man glanced at her small, capable hands, and from them
to the dainty profile beside him. "Well," he said, "if I get bent by
an eight-inch shell I shall know where to come."
Betty laughed again; "I should have to look that up in a book, then,
before I nursed you. It might mean complications!"
"It might," replied the Indiarubber Man.
From the town below, where here and there a window went suddenly aflare
with the reflection of the sunset-light, there drifted up to them the
faint, clear call of a bugle. Another took it up along the front, and
yet another. The Indiarubber Man raised his head abruptly.
"That's the recall!" he said, and turned towards the ships. "Yes,
they've hoisted the Blue Peter. I wonder--the boats are coming in,
too."
"Does that mean you must go at once?"