It would probably end my career in the Navy if I struck him on this ship." For some minutes Darrin sat in a rather dejected frame of mind, reviewing his first acquaintance with this official cur, and the things that had happened on shipboard since.
"I suppose I could ask for a different detail," Dave mused, forlornly.
"Undoubtedly, though, I wouldn't get the detail, unless I gave what were considered sufficiently good reasons, and I can't tell tales on my division commander, cur though I know him to be." In the passage outside, sounded passing footsteps and a laugh.
Dave felt his face flush, for he recognized the voice of Lieutenant Cantor.
"Danny Grin is a good chum," reflected Darrin, "but in this affair he can't advise me any better than I can advise myself.

I wish I could talk freely with some older officer, who knows shipboard life better.

But if I were to go to any older officer with such a tale as I have, it would-----" "In, Mr.Darrin ?" sounded a cheery voice, and Commander Bainbridge, the executive officer, stood in the doorway, bringing young Darrin to his feet in prompt salute.
"I was passing, Darrin, and so I called," announced the executive officer.

"Otherwise, I would have summoned you to my office.
Lieutenant Cantor has secured shore leave until eleven o'clock to-night.

As we are busy aboard, Mr.Cantor's division is due for watch duty at eight bells this evening.