"Is he trying to make trouble for you because you behaved like
a brave man?" Dan asked, angrily.

"That is his plan."

"The contemptible hound!" ejaculated Dan Dalzell. "Do you think
he is going to succeed in putting it over on you?"

"That's more than I can predict," Darrin answered his chum. "Cantor
is a bright man, and in rascality I believe him to be especially
efficient."

"I'd like to call the fellow out!" muttered Dan.

"Don't think of it," Dave Darrin urged, hastily, for he knew only
too well the quality of Danny Grin's temper when it was fully
aroused. "A challenge would suit Cantor to the skies, for it
would enable him to have my best friend kicked out of the Navy."

"I won't think of it, then," promised Ensign Dalzell, "unless
that fellow tries my temper to the breaking point."

Dave went hastily to his own quarters, where he laid aside his
sword and revolver, bathed and dressed himself. Then he sent
a messenger in search of a typewriting machine. When that came
Darrin seated himself before it. Rapidly, he put down all the
essential circumstances of the night's work.

Scanning the sheets closely, Dave made two or three minor changes