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Dave Darrin at Vera Cruz, a novel by H. Irving Hancock |
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Chapter 11. A Brother Officer's Whisper |
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_ CHAPTER XI. A BROTHER OFFICER'S WHISPER "I know it," Dave returned, huskily. "You have committed a serious breach of discipline," blazed the lieutenant. "I have struck down a fellow who demeaned himself by insulting his subordinate," Darrin returned, his voice now clear and steady. "Lieutenant Cantor, do you consider yourself fit to command others?" "Never mind what I think about myself," sneered the lieutenant. "Go to your quarters!" "In arrest?" demanded Dave Darrin, mockingly. "No; but go to your quarters and remain there for the present. You are likely to be summoned very soon." Saluting, Ensign Dave turned ironically on his heel, going back to his quarters. In an instant Danny Grin came bounding in. "There's something up, isn't there?" Ensign Dalzell asked, anxiously. "A moment ago there was something down," retorted Dave, grimly. "It was Cantor, if any one asks you about it." "You knocked him down?" asked Dan, eagerly. "I did." "Then you must have had an excellent reason." "I did have a very fair reason," Darrin went on, "the fellow passed the lie." "Called you a _liar_?" "That was the purport of his insult," Dave nodded. "I'm glad you knocked him down," Dalzell went on, fervently. "Yet I see danger ahead." "What danger?" Dave asked, dryly. "Cantor will report your knock-down feat to Captain Gales." "Let him. When he hears of the provocation Captain Gales will exonerate me. Cantor will have to admit that he deliberately insulted me." "If Cantor 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. "What are you trying to do to that youngster?" asked Trent, coolly. "What am I trying to do to him?" Cantor repeated, in seeming astonishment. "Nothing, of course, unless I'm driven to it. But Darrin insulted me, and then followed it up with a blow." Trent fixed his brother officer with a rather contemptuous glance as he answered, stiffly. "Cantor, there are two marines aft. Go and tell your version to the marines." "Are you going to call me a liar, too?" demanded Cantor, his eyes blazing, as he turned a threatening face to Trent. "Keep cool," urged Lieutenant Trent, "and you'll get out of this affair more easily than you would otherwise." "But you spoke," argued Cantor, "as though you doubted my word. If you were outside my door at the time, then you know that I asked Darrin, 'Am I a liar?' Then he struck me at once." "Are you going to prefer charges against Darrin for knocking you down?" demanded Lieutenant Treat. "I am most certainly," nodded Cantor, taping his breast pocket wherein hay the report. "Then I am obliged to tell you, Cantor," Lieutenant Trent went on, "that at the courtmartial I shall be obliged to appear as one of Darrin's witnesses. Further, I shall be obliged to testify that you said to him, 'you lie.' Then Darrin knocked you down, as any other self-respecting man must have done." "But I didn't tell him he lied," protested Cantor, with much seeming warmth. "On the contrary, I asked him if he meant to imply that I lied." "That may be your version, Cantor," Lieutenant Trent rejoined, "but I have just told you what my testimony will have to be." "What's your interest in this Darrin fellow?" Cantor demanded, half-sneeringly. "Why, in the first place," Trent answered, calmly, "I like Darrin. And I regard him as an excellent, earnest, faithful, competent young officer." "But why should you try to shield him, and throw me down, if this matter comes before a court-martial?" "Because I am an officer," replied Trent, stiffly, drawing himself up, "and also, I trust, a gentleman. It is both my sworn duty and my inclination to see truth prevail at all times in the service." "But think it over, Trent," urged Lieutenant Cantor. "Now, aren't you ready to admit that you heard me ask, 'Am I a liar'?" "I can admit nothing of the sort," Trent returned. Then, laying a hand on the arm of the other lieutenant, Trent continued: "Cantor, all the signs point to the belief that we shall be at war with Mexico at any time now. We can't afford to have the ward-room mess torn by any court-martial charges against any officer, unless he richly deserves the prosecution. Darrin doesn't; that I know. I have no right to balk any officer who demands a courtmartial of any one on board, but it is right and proper that I should he prepared to take oath as to what I know of the merits of the matter. I must assume, and I hope rightly, that you really have an erroneous recollection of what passed before the blow was struck. Cantor, you have the reputation of being a hard master with young officers, but I know nothing affecting your good repute as an officer and a gentleman. I am ready to believe that you, yourself, have a wrong recollection of what you said, but I am very certain as to the exact form of the words that I heard passed. Good night!" Barely returning the salutation, Cantor passed on to Captain Gales's office, to which he was promptly admitted. The hour was late, but the commander of the "_Long Island_" was anxious to get at the whole truth of the evening's affair ashore, and so was still at his desk. "Oh, I am glad to see you, Lieutenant Cantor," was the captain's greeting, as that officer appeared, after having sent in his compliments. "You have both reports?" "Here they are, sir," replied the younger officer, laying them on the desk. "Be seated, Lieutenant. I will go through these papers at once." For some minutes there was silence in the room, save for the rustling of paper as Captain Gales turned a page. At last he glanced up from the reading. "I note, Lieutenant Cantor, that you are still of the opinion that the fight could have been avoided." "That is my unalterable opinion, sir," replied the lieutenant. "You are aware, of course, Mr. Cantor, that your report will form a part of the record that will go to the Navy Department, through the usual official channels?" "I am well aware of that, sir." "Have you any other papers to submit in connection with Ensign Darrin?" For the barest instant Lieutenant Cantor hesitated. Then he rose, as he replied: "No other papers, sir." "That is all, Lieutenant," nodded the captain, and returned his subordinate officer's salute. _ |
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