up where they belong."

"I'll have to light the candle for that," muttered Dan.

"If you do, I'll blow it out. There's a regulation against running
lights in the rooms after taps."

"Do you worship the little blue-covered volume of regulations, Dave?"
Dan demanded with a laugh.

"No; but I don't propose to take any chances in my last year here.
I don't intend to lose my commission in the Navy just because I can't
control myself."

Dan sniffed, but he silently got his parts of uniform out from
between the sheets and hung up the articles where they belonged,
in this going by the sense of feeling.

Then, all in the dark as they were, Midshipman Dave Darrin seized
his chum and roommate by the shoulders.

"Danny boy," he commanded firmly, "come over with an account of
yourself! Why this mad prank tonight---and what was it?"




CHAPTER II

SOME ONE PUSHES THE TUNGSTEN