Smiling, Dave strolled more slowly after him.

By the time the naval ensign reached the corner of that great artery of human life, the stranger had lost himself in the crowds of people that thronged Broadway.
"If I see him again within twenty-four hours, I think I shall know him," laughed Darrin.

"My first blow put a red welt on his cheek for purposes of identification." Then Darrin finished his walk, turning in at the Allsordia.
Dan Dalzell had also finished his bath, and lounging comfortably in his pajamas, was reading a late edition of the evening newspaper.
"Have any fun ?" asked Ensign Dalzell, glancing up.
"Just a little bit of a frolic," smiled Darrin, and told his chum what had happened.
"I'm glad you punched the scoundrel," flared Danny Grin.
"I couldn't do anything else," Dave answered soberly, "and if it weren't for the shame of treating a woman in such high-handed fashion as that fellow did, I'd look upon the whole affair as a pleasant diversion." "So he's going to look for you and find you, then settle up this night's business with you, is he ?" demanded Dalzell, with one of the grins that had made him famous.

"Humph! If he finds you after ten o`clock to-morrow morning, it will be aboard one of our biggest battleships and among fifteen hundred fighting men." "I'm afraid I shall never see him again," sighed Dave.

"It's too bad, too, for I'm not satisfied with the one blow that I had the pleasure of giving him.