Dave brought out his own wash basin with alacrity.

Under further orders the chums placed their bowls about four feet apart.
"Here," announced Midshipman Trotter, taking two toothpicks from a pocket, "are a pair of oars." Dave Darrin received the toothpicks with a grin.
"And here are your oars, mister," supplemented Mr.Trotter, handing another pair of toothpicks to Dan Dalzell.
At this instant a faint knock was heard at the door, which opened immediately after.
"Got a pair of beasts at work, fellows ?" asked a voice.

"Here are some more young admirals who need a little help." Four new midshipmen, in the custody of three youngsters, now stepped into the room and the door was closed.
"Bender's in charge of the floor tonight, you know," nodded one of the newly-arrived youngsters, "and Bender's duty-crazy.

Besides, he belongs to the second class, and hardly admits that we're alive." On each floor a midshipman is detailed to be in charge through the evening.

He is responsible for discipline on his floor, and must report all breaches of the rules.