If such were the case, then Darrin's opinion of Lieutenant Trent would run all the higher.
"Cantor is a very efficient officer," Trent said, after a pause, not long enough to be construed unfavorably.
Dave did not answer this, for he could think of nothing to say.
"Some of our newest youngsters haven't wholly liked him," Trout went on, with a smile.

"I fancy that perhaps he works them a bit too grillingly." "After four years at the Naval Academy," smiled Ensign Darrin, "it puzzles me to understand how any officer can resent grilling." "You'll find life very different on one of these big ships," Lieutenant Trout continued.

"You will soon begin to realize that we are in a cramped atmosphere.

With fifteen hundred officers and men abroad there is barely elbow room at any time, and sometimes not that." "This ship looks big enough to carry a small city full of people," Darrin smiled.
"See here!" Trent stepped to the starboard rail, looking forward.
"Just look ahead, and see the magnificent distance to the bow," continued the officer of the deck.

"We call a ship 'she,' Darrin, and let me assure you, 'she' is some girl! Look at the magnificent length and breadth.