Then I'll-----"
Dave's jaws snapped together resolutely. He did not finish, just
then, for he knew that Midshipman Dalzell could be very stubborn
at times.
"I'll have a light in a jiffy," whispered Dan "I brought back
a candle with me."
"You won't use it---not in here," retorted Dave. "The dark is light
enough for you. Hustle into your pajamas."
Perhaps Midshipman Dalzell did not make all the speed that his
roommate desired, but at last Dan was safely rid of his uniform,
underclothing and shoes, and stood arrayed in pajamas.
"Now, I'll hide this doughface over night," whispered Darrin,
going toward Dalzell's bed. "At the same time you get the articles
of your equipment out from under your bed clothes and hang them
up where they belong."
"I'll have to light the candle for that," muttered Dan.
"If you do, I'll blow it out. There's a regulation against running
lights in the rooms after taps."
"Do you worship the little blue-covered volume of regulations, Dave?"
Dan demanded with a laugh.
"No; but I don't propose to take any chances in my last year here.
I don't intend to lose my commission in the Navy just because I can't
control myself."
Dan sniffed, but he silently got his parts of uniform out from
between the sheets and hung up the articles where they belonged,
in this going by the sense of feeling.
Then, all in the dark as they were, Midshipman Dave Darrin seized
his chum and roommate by the shoulders.
Pages:
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27