Out went the electric light, turned off at the master switch.
Dave Darrin dived under the bed clothes on his own cot and tried to still the beating of his own heart.
Two minutes later a brisk step sounded on the corridor of the "deck." Door after door was opened and closed.

Then the door to Dave's room swung open, and a discipline officer and a midshipman looked into the room.
"All in ?" the midshipman called.
A light snore from Dave Darrin's throat answered.

In his left hand the discipline officer carried an electric pocket light.
A pressure of a button would supply a beam of electric light that would explore the bed of either midshipman supposed to be in this room.
But the officer saw Midshipman Darrin plainly enough, thanks to beams of light from the corridor.

Over in the opposite alcove the discipline officer made out, more vaguely, the lay figure and the doughface intended to represent Midshipman Dan Dalzell.
"Both in.

Darrin and Dalzell never give us any trouble, at any rate," thought the discipline officer to himself, then closed the door, and his footsteps sounded further down the corridor.
"Oh, Danny boy, I wish I had you here right at this minute!" muttered Dave Darrin vengefully.