Dave soon found time hanging heavily on his hands. He was glad that he had brought along two novels, and these he read in his cabin. Dinner hour was welcome because it occupied some of the time. At this meal, too, he met Lieutenant Bixby, executive officer, who had been busy elsewhere at luncheon time.
Later in the evening Dan came down from the bridge, visiting his friend in his quarters.
“Darry, I’m in hopes we’ll be able to spring our joke before long,” he cried briskly.
If he had hoped to rouse his chum’s waning curiosity he was disappointed, for Dave only covered a yawn with his left hand and languidly inquired:
“So?”
An hour later, when the chums were still talking, Lieutenant Bixby knocked at the door.
“I wish to report ‘all secure’ sir,” said the executive officer.
“And the ladies—?” queried Dalzell.
“In high spirits, and the best of good humor, sir.”
The two officers returned smiles, but Dave Darrin did not appear to be looking their way.