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Instructions came for Lieutenant Cantor's launch to lay alongside. Soon after the men were on deck and the launch hoisted into place. Then, under orders, Darrin ran alongside. First of all his wounded men were passed on hoard, being there received by hospital stewards from the sick bay. Then, amid impressive silence, the two dead men were taken on board.
"I should have had brains enough to remember that I, too, could have drawn dungarees," Dave grunted, as he and his chum exchanged salutes. Then the relieved young officer hastened above to report the completion of his duty to his division commander, who would be furious if kept waiting. Dave glanced toward Cantor's quarters, then realized that the lieutenant must still be on the quarter deck.
But at some other time I shall air my opinion of you, young man, as freely as I please." Lieutenant Cantor bit his lips, then gave the order to proceed to the appointed rendezvous. As Cantor's launch neared Dalzell's steamer, the lieutenant ordered a rocket sent up. From away over on the horizon an answering rocket was seen. Forty minutes later the "Long Island" lay to close by.
Dalzell," said Lieutenant Commander Bainbridge, referring to a record book on his desk, "you will be in Lieutenant Trent's division. Find Mr. Trent on the quarter deck and report to him. Mr. Darrin, you are assigned to Lieutenant Cantor's division. I will have an orderly show you to Mr. Cantor."
Under slow speed astern the launch joined Lieutenant Cantor's craft. "I'm glad that I'm to have you on shore tonight with me, Coxswain," said Dave, heartily. "Thank you, sir," answered the coxswain, saluting and actually blushing with pleasure.
One of Cantor's hands gripped at Dave's throat. In the traitor's other hand flashed a narrow-bladed Mexican knife. "The score is settled at last!" hissed Cantor, as he drove the weapon down. It's the thought that can take shape in the hundredth part of a second that saves human life at such a crisis.
The instant he felt the hand at his throat there flashed into Dave's mind a sailor's trick that had come to him, indirectly, from Japan. Clasping both of his own hands inside of Cantor's arm, and holding both arms rigidly, Darrin rolled himself over sideways with such force as to send the traitor sprawling. Dave got to his feet with the speed of desperation that rules when one is in danger.
Cantor's guard returned from the "Long Island," with word that Captain Gales had ordered that officer in arrest in his own quarters. At last orders for Trent's detachment arrived. "We are to push on into the city," Trent informed his ensigns. "Twenty more 'Long Island' men will reach us within three minutes.
So, when we reach a point opposite the Alvarez mill, Lieutenant Cantor's launch will be put over the side first, while the ship continues under slow headway." Lieutenant Cantor will lie to, while the other two launches are being lowered. Ensigns Darrin and Dalzell will then steam back and report to Lieutenant Cantor.
It was during this time that he wrote most of his books on mathematics, which have earned for him a prominent place in Cantor's "History of Mathematics," about a score of pages being devoted to his work. Much of his thinking was done while riding on horseback or in the rude vehicles of the day on the missions to which he was sent as Papal Legate.
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