"The thought that you could scare two poor little ensigns so badly that they wouldn't be able to sleep to-night ?" "That was far from my plan," laughed Trent.

"What I am really happy about is that, the way affairs are shaping, we shall soon be studying real war problems instead of theoretical ones." "The question of uniform is bothering me more," Dave responded.
"Do you realize, Trent, that we have only blue uniforms and white ones on board?
If we land, to capture Vera Cruz, are our men to be tortured in heavy, hot, blue uniforms here in the tropics?
Or are we to wear these white clothes and make ourselves the most perfect marks for the enemy's sharpshooters ?" "You should have more confidence in the men forward," half jeered the lieutenant.

"Our jackies are taking care of that problem already.

They are soaking nails and scrap iron in water, and dyeing their white uniforms yellow with iron rust." "Say, that is an idea!" exclaimed Dan, sitting bolt upright.
"I'm going to do that very thing to-night.

I have one white uniform that isn't in very good shape." "I suppose you fellows have heard the word ?" inquired Lieutenant Holton, looking in.
"Not war ?" asked Trent.
"No," uttered Holton, disgustedly.