For a full half minute Lieutenant Cantor stared at his subordinate in speechless anger.

Then, when he could command his voice somewhat, he resumed: "Oh, very good, you---you young---puppy!" Another brief interval of silence, and the lieutenant continued, in a crisp, official tone: "Mr.Darrin, go to the division bulletin board and get an accurate copy of the roster of the division.

Also make a copy of our station bills.

You will then report to me on the quarter deck just before eight bells, noon." "Aye, aye, sir! Any further orders ?" "None!" Cantor stood there, an appealing look in his eyes, but Dave, saluting, turned on his heel and went out.
"So that is the fellow who is to teach me the duties and the ideals of the service," Dave Darrin reflected, disgustedly, as he stepped briskly around to port.

"A magnificent prospect ahead of me, if I must depend upon the instructions and the official favor of a bully and a scoundrel like Cantor! And he can make it hot for me, too, if he has a mind to do so! Don't I know how easy that ought to be for him?
I shall have, indeed, a lot of pleasure in my service on this ship, with Cantor for my division officer!" Mindful of orders, Darrin's first act was to copy the division roster and the station bills.