"The dark is light enough for you.

Hustle into your pajamas." Perhaps Midshipman Dalzell did not make all the speed that his roommate desired, but at last Dan was safely rid of his uniform, underclothing and shoes, and stood arrayed in pajamas.
"Now, I'll hide this doughface over night," whispered Darrin, going toward Dalzell's bed.

"At the same time you get the articles of your equipment out from under your bed clothes and hang them up where they belong." "I'll have to light the candle for that," muttered Dan.
"If you do, I'll blow it out.

There's a regulation against running lights in the rooms after taps." "Do you worship the little blue-covered volume of regulations, Dave ?" Dan demanded with a laugh.
"No; but I don't propose to take any chances in my last year here.
I don't intend to lose my commission in the Navy just because I can't control myself." Dan sniffed, but he silently got his parts of uniform out from between the sheets and hung up the articles where they belonged, in this going by the sense of feeling.
Then, all in the dark as they were, Midshipman Dave Darrin seized his chum and roommate by the shoulders.
"Danny boy," he commanded firmly, "come over with an account of yourself! Why this mad prank tonight---and what was it ?".