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Lieutenant Cantor rose from his desk, facing his angry subordinate. "You lie!" he declared, coldly. "You cur!" Dave Darrin hissed back, his wrath now at white heat. Instantly he launched a blow full at Cantor's face. The lieutenant warded it off. Within three or four seconds several blows were aimed on both sides, without landing, for both were excellent boxers.
I have endorsed these views of mine upon Lieutenant Cantor's report and also upon your own. I can find no fault with your course of action." "I cannot tell you, sir, how highly I appreciate your decision." "Of course you do, Darrin!" cried Captain Gales, holding out his hand.
Each used his left hand in struggling for the advantage, watching, warily, also, for a chance to use his feet or knees. On the other side of the house the firing still continued. Neither Dave nor his antagonist spoke. Silently they battled, until both went to the ground. Though Dave might have won with his fists, Cantor's superior weight and muscle counted in this deadly clinch.
Dave Darrin's face flushed, then paled from the humiliation of the rebuke. Yet he had been guilty of an actual breach of discipline, minor though it was, and could not dispute Cantor's right to reprove him.
His steady eyes were alight, as he watched the stewards moving amongst the tables, setting the place straight for the night. "Yes. I told him." Cantor's dark eyes were questioning. As Bull remained silent he went on. "Why? Is he interested for the Skandinavia to keep folk out?" Bull shook his head. "No. It isn't that. He's a queer feller. No, I'd say he's got just one concern in life.
Dave walked about by himself until Lieutenant Trent came over and spoke to him. "Dalzell is busy, I suppose, sir?" Dave inquired. "Forward and below, directing the stowage of stores," replied Trent. "Have you been detailed to a division yet, Mr. Darrin?" "Yes, sir; to Lieutenant Cantor's division." "Ah, so?" inquired Trent.
Cantor's division is due for watch duty at eight bells this evening. As Mr. Cantor has shore leave you will report as officer of the deck until relieved by Lieutenant Cantor on his return to the ship. At any time between now and four bells report at my office and sign for these instructions." "Aye, aye, sir."
But I know him, and but there we all owe him a deal, we forest men. And maybe I owe him more than anyone." "How's that?" Mr. Cantor's question came sharply. Even Bull, tired as he was, noted the keenly incisive tone of it. He turned, and his steady eyes regarded the dark face of the lumberman speculatively. Then he smiled, and picked up his glass and drained the remains of his whisky and soda.
In Russell's catalogue they form less than one fifth, in Cantor's less than one sixth. Marine and other siluroid fishes, a group represented on the continent of Europe, but doubtfully, if at all, in this country, constitute one twentieth of the Ceylon fishes. In Russell's and Cantor's lists they form about one thirtieth of the whole.
Cantor's launch was the first to go in alongside. "Were you successful?" hailed the voice of the executive officer from the bridge. "Ensign Darrin was, sir," Cantor replied, through the megaphone. "Are all the missing Americans safe?" "Yes, sir," Cantor continued. "And all our own men?" "Two killed, sir, and four wounded, through what I believe to be disobedience of orders."
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