a salute as he mumbled:

"I am Ensign Darrin, sir, and have been ordered, by the executive
officer, to report to you for duty in your division."

"Very good, Mr. Darrin," rejoined the lieutenant. "My division
goes on watch at eight bells noon. You will report to me on the
quarter deck at that time."

"Very good, sir."

With a quick step Lieutenant Cantor reached the curtain, holding
it slightly aside and peering out into the passage-way. His face
was red, but there was one portion that was redder still.

"I see," Dave reflected, "that Cantor still wears the welt that
I printed on his cheek last night. But it staggers me," he thought,
gravely, "to find such a fellow holding an officer's commission
in the Navy."

Satisfied that there were no eavesdroppers near, Lieutenant Cantor
stepped back, facing the young ensign, whom he looked over with
an expression of mingled hate and distress.

"I believe we have met before," said Cantor, with a quick, hissing
indrawing of his breath.

"To my very great regret, we have, sir," Darrin answered, coldly.

"Last night!"