"Who's there?" called a voice inside.
"Messenger, sir, showing Ensign Darrin to Lieutenant Cantor, sir."
"Then you may go, messenger. Darrin, wait just an instant won't you, until I finish my toilet."
"Very good, sir."
A moment later the hail came from within.
"Right inside, Darrin!"
Dave entered, to find a somewhat older officer standing with extended hand. But Ensign Darrin could not believe his eyes when he found himself faced by the man who had annoyed the young woman on the night before—-and that annoyer standing there erect and handsome in the uniform of a Navy lieutenant!
CHAPTER II
AT THE MERCY OF A BULLY
Their hands met, but in light clasp, without pretense of warmth.