"Officer of the watch. Is Jensen there too?"
"Yes, sir." ,
"Both of you report to the Captain."
"Aye, aye, sir." Matt turned a troubled face to Oscar. "What'll I do, Oz? The rest of my uniforms are over at the base tailor shop-and this one I've got on looks as if I had slept in it."
"You did. Wear one of mine."
"Thanks, but it would fit me like socks on a rooster. Do you suppose I have time to run over and pick up my clean ones?"
"Hardly!"
Matt rubbed the stubble on his chin. "I ought to shave, anyhow."
"Look," said Oscar, "if I'm any judge of skippers, you'll do better to show up naked as an oyster and with a beard down to here, than to keep him waiting. Let's get going."
The door opened and Tex stuck his head in. "Say-did you guys get a call to report to the Old Man?"