"No; and don't you tell, either!"

"Small fear of my babbling _your_ business, David, little Giant!"
assured Dalzell. "You are strong enough to go in and slay your
own Goliath."

Drawing on his white gloves, Dave Darrin stepped alertly to the
quarter deck, to find himself facing the frown of Lieutenant
Cantor.




CHAPTER III

THE JUNIOR WORM TURNS


"Wonder what my man has in store for me?" flashed through Dave's
mind, as he saluted his division commander.

But Cantor, after returning the salute, merely turned away to
pace the deck.

Presently, however, the lieutenant stepped over to Darrin, when
the pair had the quarterdeck to themselves.

"Are you going to tell me?" murmured the lieutenant, his burning
gaze on the frank young face before him.