"He"ll report me as often as he can, I don"t doubt," Dave replied.
"If he can bring me up before a general court-martial, all the better."
"I"m sorry you"re not in Trent"s division," Dan sighed. "He"s a gentleman---a regular, sea-going officer."
"Sea-going" is the highest praise that can be given in Navy circles.
"If I were in Trent"s division, probably you"d have fallen under Cantor," Darrin suggested.
"That would have been all right," nodded Dalzell, cheerily. "Cantor has no direct cause to hate me, as he has in your case. Besides, I"d do a good many things to a mean superior that you wouldn"t.
If I had to stand watch with Cantor, and he tried any queer treatment of me, I"d find a way to make his life miserable. I believe I"ve shown some skill in that line in the past."
"You surely have," Darrin nodded. "But I don"t like to spring traps for my superior officers to fall into."
"Not even in self-defence?" challenged Dalzell.
"Not even to save myself," Darrin declared. At eight bells, in Lieutenant Cantor"s absence, Darrin took the watch trick alone as officer of the deck until six bells, or eleven o"clock that night.
There was not much to do. Now and then a sh.o.r.e leave man, sailor or marine, reported coming on board. Darrin made a note of the man"s return and entered the time. Twice, a messenger brought some small order from the executive officer. Yet it was a dull watch, with the ship docked and nothing of importance happening.
"Cantor will soon be back," thought Dave, at last, slipping out his watch and glancing at it under the light that came from the cabin. His timepiece showed the time to be five minutes to eleven.
But a quarter of an hour pa.s.sed, and no Lieutenant Cantor appeared.
More time slipped by without the lieutenant"s return.
"That doesn"t sound much like the punctuality that is required of a naval officer," Dave told himself, in some disquiet.
Then finally a step was heard on the gangplank. Lieutenant Cantor came briskly up over the side, halting on the deck and saluting toward the stern, where the colors flew until sundown.
"Mr. Darrin, I"ve come on board," reported the lieutenant, turning in time to catch Dave"s salute.
He stepped closer, to add:
"You will enter a note that I came on board at 10.58."
"The time is eleven-forty, sir," Dave reminded his superior, at the same time displaying his watch.
"Note that I came on board at 10.58," insisted Cantor, frowning.
"Sentry!" called Dave, briskly.
"Aye, aye, sir!"
"Note the time on the chronometer inside," Darrin ordered.
"Aye, aye, sir." Then, returning the marine sentry answered:
"It"s eleven-forty, sir."
Dave made the entry of the lieutenant"s return.
"You infernal trouble-maker," hissed Cantor, as the sentry paced on. "You dragged that sentry into it, just so you would have supporting testimony of the time I came aboard! I"ll pay you back for that! Look out for trouble, Mr. Darrin!"
CHAPTER IV
THE WARD-ROOM HEARS REAL NEWS
Hurrying to the now empty office of the executive officer, Cantor made correct entry of his return to ship on the record, then hurried to his own quarters, and with almost the speed of magic, slipped into his undress uniform, belted on his sword, and appeared smartly on the quarter-deck.
For two minutes he paid no heed to Darrin, save to return the salute with which the young ensign greeted his superior"s return to command of the deck.
Presently, however, Lieutenant Cantor stepped over to say in an undertone:
"Darrin, you have made the wrong start, and I see that you are bound to keep it up."
"I am trying to do my duty, sir," Darrin returned. "I could not consent to make a false official return."
"Officers often have to do that for each other," Cantor went on, in the same low tone, "and they do it willingly as between comrades."
It was on the tip of Darrin tongue to retort that he didn"t believe any true officer, being a man of honor, could stoop to making a false official report. Yet he instantly thought better of it, and forced back the sarcastic retort that rose to his lips.
"You"re not going to succeed in the Navy, sir," Cantor continued, then, seeing the young ensign"s face still impa.s.sive, he added, with a malicious leer:
"Since you are determined to make an enemy of me, Darrin, I shall do my best to see to it that you have short shrift in the service."
"Of that I haven"t a doubt," Dave returned, but he caught himself in time and said it under his breath.
Then came the changing of the watch. Trent and Dalzell appeared and went on duty.
Formally, Dave wished his division commander good night, Cantor answering only with a grunt.
Returning to his stateroom, Dave threw off belt and sword, hung up his cap, then sat down in his desk chair, leaning back and steadily regarding the breech of the great gun.
"I wonder if any other young officer in the service is at the mercy of such a brute," Darrin asked himself, wretchedly. "I love good discipline, but there"s one thing wrong with the service, and that is, the ease with which a dishonorable officer can render the life of his subordinate miserable. It ought not to be possible, and yet I don"t see any way of preventing it. I wish I could talk with a gentleman like Lieutenant Trent, but he would only regard me as a tale-bearer, and after that he would have no use for me. One thing I can see clearly. Cantor is likely to have me broken and kicked out of the service if I am forced to remain in his division week after week."
Then, realizing that his time was slipping away, Darrin hastily undressed and got into his berth. It was a long time, though, before sleep came to him.
In the morning Lieutenant Cantor was obliged to listen meekly to a long discourse by the executive officer on the virtue of punctuality in a naval officer. The offender told of a car block in New York that had made it impossible for him to return on time.
"Lieutenant Cantor," returned the executive officer, dryly, "a careful officer will allow himself sufficient margin of time to make it morally certain that he can be back to his duty on time.
Now, sir-----"
But at this moment an apprentice messenger, standing in the doorway, his right hand drawn up in salute, attracted the gaze of Commander Bainbridge:
"The captain" compliments, sir; will the executive officer report to him at once."