That was after Darrin had turned in a brief report on the assistance rendered an American woman ashore.
"Cantor seems to have let up on you, apart from being as grouchy as he knows how to be," Danny Grin observed.
"That is because there is nothing he can really do to me," Dave answered, with a smile.
"Just the same," urged Dan, "I would advise you at all times to keep your weather eye turned toward that chap." "He really isn't worth the trouble," Dave yawned, behind his hand.
"And, fortunately, I shall not always be compelled to serve under him.

Officers are frequently transferred, you know." "If Cantor found the chance, you might last only long enough to be transferred back to civil life," Dan warned him.

"Dave, I wish you would really be more on your guard against the only enemy, so far as I know, that you have." "I'm not interested in Cantor," retorted Dave.

"It would do me a heap more good to know what reply General Huerta will finally make to the American demand for satisfaction over the Tampico incident." "Huerta won't give in," Dan predicted.

"If he did, he would he killed by his own Mexican rabble." "If Huerta resists, then he'll have to fight," Dave exclaimed, warmly.
"And if he fights most of the Mexicans will probably stand by him," Dalzell contended.