"Oh my; oh, my!" wailed Slim weakly, his head hanging over the side of his bunk. "I never felt worse in all my life. I never felt half so sick." "Never mind," urged Joe, soothingly, "you'll soon be feeling better now." "Yes, _he_ will," moaned Jerry, miserably, from the opposite bunk; "_he_ will, but I won't." The wind howled, the big ship gave a forward and downward lurch, and Jerry would have slid from his bunk but for the quick action of Joe. "I think I'm going to die. I wish I would," gasped the red-headed boy when he was again laid out at full length. "I had the measles and the mumps at the same time once, but I never felt like this. Why don't they steer this old boat through the waves, instead of trying to jump her over them?" "There's a heavy sea running," explained Joe; "that's what makes the _Everett_ ride so roughly." "Wish I was back at Brighton," Slim groaned dismally. Two hardy youths strolling along the deck, who hadn't been touched by the epidemic of seasickness, stopped to peer in at the porthole. They had mischief in their eyes, and as they caught sight of Slim's humorously pathetic countenance, one of them muttered in a low but distinct voice: "How'd you like to have some fried sausage, and some plum pudding, and some----" "Shut up!" bawled out Jerry with what strength he had left. With a loud laugh the two withdrew their heads and disappeared. At that moment the ship's physician, accompanied by Lieutenant Mackinson, arrived to give what further comfort he could to the seasick lads. "It is clearing," the lieutenant told them, while the doctor measured out a powder for each boy. "The wind has died down and the sea is becoming calm." "Oh, yes," the physician added, "in an hour or so you will be feeling better than you did before. Seasickness has a tonic effect, but it's rather a bitter dose." "Sure is," said Slim weakly. Nevertheless, it was just about an hour later that Jerry, feeling his nausea leave him almost as suddenly as it had appeared, raised himself on one elbow and looked across at his companion in misery. "How do you feel, Slim?" he inquired. "Almost human again," the stout lad replied. "Going to get up?" "Guess I can in a few minutes." "I'm going to try it now," said Jerry. "Seems as if the pilot of this ferry had learned to steer her a whole lot better than he did earlier in the day." "Yep," agreed Slim, sliding from his bunk. "Certainly was tough, wasn't it?" "I feel sort of weak in the legs yet," said Jerry, by way of answer. "Let's go up on deck and get some fresh air." "Stomach feels as empty as a vacant house; how's yours?" Slim inquired. "Nothing in it but the lining, and I guess most of that's pried loose. We've got to wait more than two hours for mess, too." "How about some fried sausage, and some plum pudding, and some----" Jerry laughed for the first time that day. "That fellow certainly did make me mad," he admitted.