Without a word, but with a heart full of gratitude, Dave Darrin
snatched out from its wrapping the effigy of a male human head.
It was done in wax, with human hair on the head.

Dave Darrin neatly fitted this at the top of the outlines of a figure
under the bed clothing.

Under the full light the doughface looked ghostly. In a dimmer
light it would do very well.

"Thank you a thousand times, fellows," trembled Dave Darrin. "Now
hustle to your own quarters before the first stroke of taps sounds."

The two useful visitors were gone like a flash. Ere they had
quite closed the door, Dave Darrin was removing his own uniform
and hanging up trousers and blouse. Next off came the underclothing
and on went pajamas.

Just then taps sounded. Out went the electric light, turned off
at the master switch.

Dave Darrin dived under the bed clothes on his own cot and tried to
still the beating of his own heart.

Two minutes later a brisk step sounded on the corridor of the "deck."

Door after door was opened and closed. Then the door to Dave's
room swung open, and a discipline officer and a midshipman looked
into the room.