nnoyed
by Henley's unusual conduct.

Naval needs brought a strange revenge.

Reports had reached the Navy Department from commanders of warships
in commission that many of the graduates of the Naval Academy
serving with the fleets did not possess sufficient knowledge of
the command of boat crews.

In the past first class men had not been bothered with rowing
drills, which they were supposed to have thoroughly mastered earlier
in their course.

Acting on word from the Navy Department the superintendent of
the Naval Academy had the first class men ordered out for rowing
drills. All who showed sufficient skill were released from such
drills. The others were sent to drill with the fourth class men.

Four of Dave's boat crew of fourth class men were transferred to
another crew, their places being taken by four first class men who
had been found sadly deficient in rowing drill.

"Will one of the first class men serve as crew captain, sir?"
asked Darrin.

"Certainly not," replied Lieutenant Edgecombe. "You will still
keep command of your crew, Mr. Darrin. And you will be expected
to see that these first class men are most thoroughly grounded
in the boat drill. Do no spare any of them in the least because
they are upper class men."

"Very good, sir," Darrin answered, saluting.

Midshipman Henley was one of the four assigned to Dave's crew.

There was a deep scowl on Henley's face when he reported for the
first boat drill under a plebe crew captain.

As the boat was pushed off, after the crew had embarked, Darrin
was alert only to his duty as the man in charge of the boat.

Before the boat had gone a hundred yard Dave called crisply:

"Number four, handle your oar with more energy and precision!

"Don't get too stiff, mister," growled Midshipman Henley.

Darrin returned the black look coolly.

"Number four, when addressing the crew captain, you will employ
the word, 'sir.' And you will pay strict attention to criticisms
of your work."

"Beats all how these plebes think they're men!" growled Mr. Henley
disgustedly, without looking at Dave.

"No talking in the crew," called Dave

Henley subsided, for he had been trained to habits of obedience.
Had the man in command been a member of his own class there would
have been no trouble whatever, but Henley resented being at the
orders of a fourth class man.

"Number four, you are lounging," rebuked Darrin quietly, but firmly.
"Correct your deportment, sir