Dave Darrin on Mediterranean Service; or, With Dan Dalzell on European Duty. H. Irving Hancock

to glance in the direction of Danny Grin.

      "Did I catch him?" whispered Dalzell to his chum.

      "You did," Dave agreed quickly. "Barnes must feel pretty sore over the way his plan turned out."

      There was much laughter during the rest of the meal, and Barnes had to stand for much chaffing, which he bore with a somewhat sullen look. As the officers rose none offered to leave the ward-room. All stood by waiting to see Barnes hand thirty-three dollars to the paymaster.

      "Here is the money," announced Barnes, handing a little wad of bills to the paymaster.

      "Count it, Pay!" piped a voice from the rear of the crowd, but it was not Dan who spoke.

      Lieutenant Barnes had the grace to leave the ward-room without stamping, but in the nearest passageway he encountered Ensigns Darrin and Dalzell.

      "I suppose you are chuckling over the way I dropped right into your trap," snapped Barnes to Dan. "But do you call it a fair kind of trap?"

      "What was the committee's decision on the subject?" inquired Dan, softly.

      "Oh, I'll admit that the decision went against me," answered the lieutenant, scowling. "How will you like it if I promise to pay you back fully for that trick? Are you willing that I should?"

      "If your mind is set on paying me back," Danny Grin responded, "then my willingness would have very little to do with your conduct. But I am willing to make you a promise, sir."

      "What is that?" asked the lieutenant, quite testily.

      "If you attempt to pay me back, sir, and succeed, I'll agree to take my medicine with an appearance of greater good humor than you displayed a few minutes ago."

      "Huh!" sniffed Mr. Barnes.

      "Danny boy," broke in Dave, "I don't want to spoil a pleasant conversation, but I would like to remind you that, if we are to make much of our evening ashore, we shall do well to change to 'cits' at once. The launch leaves the side in fifteen minutes."

      "You'll excuse me, won't you, sir?" begged Dalzell, favoring the lieutenant with an extremely pleasant smile.

      The chums went to their respective cabins, where they quickly made the change from uniform to citizen's dress, commonly called "cits."

      Promptly the launch left the "Hudson's" side, but both young ensigns were aboard. At least a dozen other officers and a score of seamen were also aboard the launch, which was to return for forty more seamen who held the coveted shore leave.

      Yet the reader is not to suppose that either officers or men were going ashore with any notion of gambling. An American naval officer, with his status of "officer and gentleman," would risk a severe rebuke from his commanding officer if he were to seat himself to play in any gambling resort. As for the enlisted men, the "jackies," they are not of the same piece of cloth as the jovial, carousing seamen of the old-time Navy. The "jackies" of to-day are nearly all extremely youthful; they are clean-cut, able, ambitious young fellows, much more inclined to study than to waste their time in improper resorts.

      So, while most of the officers and men now going ashore were likely to drop in at the Casino, for the sake of seeing the sights there, it was not in the least to be feared that any would engage in the gambling games.

      When the launch landed in the little harbor, drivers of automobiles and carriages clamored for fares.

      "Are we going to ride up to the Casino?" Dan asked his chum.

      "If you'd rather," Dave assented. "But, unless you feel tired, let us stroll along and see every bit of the way."

      "These natives are all jabbering French," complained Dalzell, as the chums set out to walk over the steep, well-worn roads, "but it isn't the kind of French we were taught at Annapolis."

      "Can't you understand them?" asked Dave.

      "Hardly a word."

      "If you have to talk with any of the natives," Dave advised, "speak your French slowly, and ask the person you're addressing to do the same."

      Though the way was steep, it was not a long road. Dave and Dan soon reached the upper, rocky plain, edged by cliffs, on which the Casino and some of the hotels and other buildings stand.

      "If it weren't for the gambling," murmured Dan to his friend, "I'd call this a beautiful enough spot to live and die in."