Jack knew how to offer. Cold water helped considerably, it
reduced the swelling. And then Jack skillfully improvised a
brace, that, binding the ankle tightly, gave it a fair measure of
support.

"Now try that," he said. "See if it doesn't feel better!"

"It certainly does!" said Harry. "You're quite a doctor, aren't
you? Well now the next thing to do is to try to find where Dick
is. I know where he went -- to the place where we cached our
cycles and our papers."

Like Dick, he was hopelessly at sea, for the moment, as to his
whereabouts. And he had, more-over, to reckon with the turns and
twists of the tunnel, which there had been no way of following in
the utter darkness. But Jack Young, who, of course, could have
found his way anywhere within five miles of them blindfolded,
helped him, and they soon found that they were less than half a
mile from the place.

"Can you come on with me, Jack?" asked Harry. He felt that in his
rescuer he had found a new friend, and one whom he was going to
like very well, indeed, and he wanted his company, if it was
possible.

"Yes. No one knows I am out," said Jack, frankly. "The pater's
like the rest of them here -- he doesn't take the war seriously
yet. When I said the other day that it might last long enough for
me to be old enough to go, he laughed at me. I really hope it
won't, but I wouldn't be surprised if id did, would you?"