Both Darrin and Dalzell had already been notified that they were
detailed to "day duty" for that day. This meant that they would
have no watch duty to stand, but would be employed through the
day, while watch duty fell to the lot of others.

While Dalzell was to go below, with Trent, aiding in the storage
of shells in the magazine, Darrin was ordered to report to Lieutenant
Cantor to supervise the oiling of mechanisms of the guns of Cantor's
division, and, later, to perform other important duties.

"Your face is flushed," sneered Cantor, when he found an opportunity
to speak aside with Dave. "You are dreaming of active service in
war, perhaps."

"Yes, sir," said Dave, simply.

"Look out that war service doesn't bring you disgrace, instead of
honor or glory," warned Cantor, darkly.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"You have made me your enemy, and I am a good hater," retorted
Lieutenant Cantor.

"You will be under my orders, and I may find a chance-----"

Lieutenant Cantor finished only with an expressive shrug of his
shoulders.

Though Dave Darrin felt a tremor of uneasiness, his eyes flashed