He'd be railroaded home without loss of a moment." "Yet you've just said that an opium-user isn't fit to go on in the brigade," retorted Darrin.
"Hang it, it's hard to know what to do," rejoined Hallam, wrinkling his forehead.

"Of course we want to be just to Pen." "It doesn't strike me as being just exactly a question of justice to Pennington," Darrin went on earnestly.

"If this is anything it's a question of midshipman honor.

We fellows are bound to see that all the unworthy ones are dropped from the service.

Now, a fellow who has fastened the opium habit on himself isn't fit to go on, is he ?" "Oh, say, but this is a hard one to settle!" groaned Hallam.
"Then I'll take all the responsibility upon myself," said Dave promptly.
"I don't want to make any mistake, and I don't believe I'm going to.
Wait just a moment." Going to the rear room, Dave faced his three comrades there with the question: "You three are enough to take care of everything here for a few minutes, aren't you ?" "Yes," nodded Dan.