"Cantor is a bright man, and in rascality I believe him to be especially efficient." "I'd like to call the fellow out!" muttered Dan.
"Don't think of it," Dave Darrin urged, hastily, for he knew only too well the quality of Danny Grin's temper when it was fully aroused.

"A challenge would suit Cantor to the skies, for it would enable him to have my best friend kicked out of the Navy." "I won't think of it, then," promised Ensign Dalzell, "unless that fellow tries my temper to the breaking point." Dave went hastily to his own quarters, where he laid aside his sword and revolver, bathed and dressed himself.

Then he sent a messenger in search of a typewriting machine.

When that came Darrin seated himself before it.

Rapidly, he put down all the essential circumstances of the night's work.
Scanning the sheets closely, Dave made two or three minor changes in his report, then signed it.
Through a messenger, Darrin inquired if Lieutenant Cantor could receive him.