"My name is Trent," replied the officer of the deck, as he extended
his right hand to each, in turn. "I hope you will like all of us;
I know we shall like you."

Then to the messengers Lieutenant Trent gave the order to carry
the suit cases to the rooms assigned to the two new ensigns.
Dave and Dan followed the messengers through a corridor that led
past the ward-room. The messengers halted before the curtained
doorways of adjoining rooms, bags in left hands, their right hands
up in salute.

"This is your room, sir," announced the messenger, in the precise
tones of the service, while Dan's messenger indicated the other room.

"Some kind fate must have given us adjoining rooms," laughed Dave,
when he realized that the two doors stood side by side.

As Darrin passed into his new quarters his first glance rested
lovingly on the breech of a huge gun that pierced the armored side
of the dreadnought.

"That's great!" thought the young ensign, jubilantly. "I shall
have an emblem and a constant reminder of my duty to the United
States!"

His second glance took in the polished top of a desk, over which
hung an electric light.

There is no door to an officer's room; instead, a curtain hangs