"Every midshipman will report on the quarter-deck promptly at five p.m.In the meantime, after locating your berthings, you are at liberty to range over the ship, avoiding the ward room and the staterooms of officers." The latest arrivals saluted.

Then, under the guidance of messengers chosen from among the apprentice members of the crew, the young men located their berthings.
"I'm going to get mine changed, if I can," growled Pennington, wheeling upon Dave Darrin.

"I'm much too close to a greaser.

I'm afraid I may get my uniforms spotted, as well as my character." "Stop that, Pen!" warned Dave, stationing himself squarely before the angry Pennington.

"I don't know just how far you're responsible for what you're saying now.