does admit it," muttered Danny Grin, doubtfully. "I
haven't any faith in Cantor's honor."

"Why, he'll have to do it," Dave contended, proudly. "Cantor
is an officer in the United States Navy. Can you picture an officer
as telling a deliberate falsehood?"

"It wouldn't be extremely difficult to picture Cantor as doing
anything unmanly," Dan replied, slowly.

"Oh, but he couldn't tell a falsehood," Darrin protested. "That
would be impossible---against all the traditions of the service."

"My infant," Dan retorted, "I am afraid that, some day, you will
have a rude awakening."

While these events were happening Captain Gales was closely
questioning John Carmody. Coxswain Riley and Corporal Ross of
the marines had already been before him.

As Darrin left his division officer's quarters Cantor turned to
wipe his stinging cheek, which he next examined closely in a glass.
Then he turned back to his desk, smiling darkly.

Rapidly he wrote his comment on Darrin's report, signed his own
report, and then leaned back, thinking hard.

"I'll do it!" he muttered, the sinister smile appearing again.

Picking up his pen, He began to write a separate report, charging
Ensign David Darrin with viciously knocking him down while on duty.

This report Cantor folded carefully, tucking it away in an inner
pocket of his undress blouse. Then, gathering up the other reports
in one hand, he pushed aside the curtain and stepped outside.

"Hullo, Trent," he offered, in greeting, as that officer suddenly
appeared.

"Cantor, I want to talk with you for a moment," urged Lieutenant
Trent.

"Just now, I am on my way to the commanding officer with official
reports," Cantor objected.

"But what I have to say is urgent," Trent insisted. "Can't you
spare me just a moment?"

"If you'll be extremely brief," Cantor agreed, reluctantly.

"You may think I am interfering," Trent went on, "but I wish to
say that I heard that fracas in your quarters, between yourself
and Darrin. I happened to be passing at the moment."

Cantor gave an uneasy start. He felt a moment's fright, but hastily
recovered, for he was a quick thinker.

"It was outrageous, wasn't it, Trent?" he demanded.

"I should say that it was," replied his brother officer, though
he spoke mildly.

"I don't know what to make of young Darrin," Cantor continued.
"First he insulted me, and then struck me."

"Knocked you down, didn't he?" asked Trent.

"Yes," nodded Cantor