"Feeling a bit stiff," replied Fuller. "The air's so confoundedly cold."
"It is a bit fresh," agreed Kirkwood. "And probably it will freeze hard to-night. And your ankle?"
"Can't feel any sensation in it," replied the flight-lieutenant. "The damage, if any, will assert itself when I place foot to ground. What an ass I was not to have brought my Thermos. Full of good old hot tea, too. I left it on the bank, after the smash."
"You deserve a vote of censure for importing food stuffs into German-occupied territory, old man," said Barcroft. "Can't you imagine a thirsty Hun mopping that stuff?"
"You speak for yourself, my festive," retorted the flight-lieutenant. "What did you do with your flasks?"
"They went down with the wreckage," replied Billy.
"Yours, perhaps," said Kirkwood. "My Ther
