David Darrins Second Year at Annapolis | Page 6

gangway, each raising his cap to the flag at the stern as he passed through the opening in the rail.
Here stood an officer with an open book in his hand. To him each midshipman reported, saluting, stated his name, and received his berthing.
"Hurry away to find your berthings, and get acquainted with the location," ordered this officer. "Every midshipman will report on the quarter-deck promptly at five p.m. In the meantime, after locating your berthings, you are at liberty to range over the ship, avoiding the ward room and the staterooms of officers."
The latest arrivals saluted. Then, under the guidance of messengers chosen from among the apprentice members of the crew, the young men located their berthings.
"I'm going to get mine changed, if I can," growled Pennington, wheeling upon Dave Darrin. "I'm much too close to a greaser. I'm afraid I may get my uniforms spotted, as well as my character."
"Stop that, Pen!" warned Dave, stationing himself squarely before the angry Pennington. "I don't know just how far you're responsible for what you're saying now. To-morrow, if you make any such remarks to me, you'll have to pay a mighty big penalty for them."
"You'll make me pay by going to the commandant and telling him all you know, I suppose?" sneered Pennington.
"You know better, Pen! Now, begin to practise keeping a civil tongue behind your teeth!"
With that, Darrin turned on his heel, seeking the deck.
This left "Pen" to conjecture as to whether he should report his misadventure, and, if so, how best to go about it.
"See here, Hallam," began the worried midshipman, "I begin to feel that it will be safer to turn in some kind of report on myself."
"Much safer," agreed Hallam. "It will show good faith on your part if you report yourself."
"And get me broken from the service, too, I suppose," growled the unhappy one.
"I hardly think it will, if you report yourself first," urged Hallam. "But you'll be about certain to get your walking papers if you wait for the first information to come from other sources."
"Hang it," groaned Pennington, "I wish I could think, but my head aches as though it would split and my tooth is putting up more trouble than I ever knew there was in the world. And, in this racked condition, I'm to go and put myself on the pap-sheet. In what way shall I do it, Hallam? Can't you suggest something?"
"Yes," retorted Hallam with great energy. "Go to the medical officer and tell him how your tooth troubles you. Tell him what you tried on shore. I'll go with you, if you want."
"Will you, old man? I'll be a thousand times obliged!"
So the pair went off in search of the sick-bay, as the hospital part of a battleship is called. The surgeon was not in his office adjoining, but the hospital steward called him over one of the ship telephones, informing him that a midshipman was suffering with an ulcerated tooth.
Dr. Mackenzie came at once, turned on a reflector light, and gazed into Midshipman Pennington's mouth.
"Have you tried to treat this tooth yourself, in any way?" queried the ship's surgeon.
"Yes, sir; I was so crazy with the pain, while in Annapolis, that I am afraid I did something that will get me into trouble," replied Pennington, with a quiver in his voice.
"What was that?" asked Dr. Mackenzie, glancing at him sharply. "Did you try the aid of liquor?"
"Worse, I'm afraid, sir."
"Worse?"
Pennington told of his experience with the opium pipe.
"That's no good whatever for a toothache, sir," growled Dr. Mackenzie. "Besides, it's a serious breach of discipline. I shall have to report you, Mr. Pennington."
"I expected it, sir," replied Pennington meekly.
"However, the report won't cure your toothache," continued Dr. Mackenzie in a milder tone. "We'll attend to that first."
The surgeon busied himself with dissolving a drug in a small quantity of water. This he took up in a hypodermic needle and injected into the lower jaw.
"The ache ought to stop in ten minutes, sir," continued the surgeon, turning to enter some memoranda in his record book.
After that the surgeon called up the ship's commander over the 'phone, and made known Pennington's report.
"Mr. Pennington, Captain Scott directs that you report at his office immediately," said the surgeon, as he turned away from the telephone.
"Very good, sir. Thank you, sir."
Both midshipmen saluted, then left the sick-bay.
"This is where you have to go up alone, I guess," hinted Midshipman Hallam.
"I'm afraid so," sighed Pennington.
"However, I'll be on the quarter-deck, and, if I'm wanted, you can send there for me."
"Thank you, old man. You're worth a brigade of Darrins--confound the greasing meddler!"
"Darrin acted according to his best lights on the subject of duty," remonstrated Mr. Hallam mildly.
"His best lights--bah!" snarled Pennington. "I'll take this all out of him before I'm through with him!"
Pennington reported to