The undertow of dissatisfaction among the passengers continues. Hennessy Martel called a mass-meeting on the port side, and the Wagon almost turned turtle. “Trim ship!” commanded the Captain from the bridge, and Eggley Monade, who is a regular wag, asked him if he thought we were a bunch of dressmakers. ⁂ Passed the Can Buoy on Wurzburger Shoals. Some of the boys started to rush it. ⁂ Loan sharks have been following the Lithia all day. The Mate says this is a sign that there’s a dead one on board. Jim Sling says there will be one, all right, if he doesn’t fall off pretty soon. Jim is a sore pup. ⁂ Just before 6 P. M. the Lithia sprung a leak, and we lost considerable water. Something has also happened to the hydraulic engines, and the Captain has given orders to let go the dope-sheet. ⁂ A round-robin has been sent to the Captain, requesting him to touch at the Aquarium, for a look at the tanks. ⁂ The crew held a First Aid to the Foolish drill, and were instructed what to do in case a passenger attempts to fall off the Wagon. ⁂ Guinness Stout and the Count of Maraschino had a hot argument over the meaning of “load water line,” the Count maintaining that there was no such thing. They appealed to the Captain, who told them they were both wrong, and that A wins the box of fudge. ⁂ The water-cooler has been emptied four times since noon, and the boys are now eating the ice. The Captain has put everybody on quarter rations, and the Steward is serving cracked ice in capsules, only one to a customer. ⁂ Tom Ginn has again been put in irons for demanding an Angora pousse cafe. ⁂ No casualties to date, barring one passenger, name unknown, who was badly punctured by stepping on a starboard tack. ⁂ Shortly before midnight a mix-up of red and green lights off the weather bow had the Captain going for a minute. It turned out to be a cut-rate drug-store. ⁂ 12 P. M.—The decks were swabbed with Apollinaris; the Ingersol night-watch was wound up, the cat put out and the back door locked, and peace brooded over the waters. +Here endeth the second day of the cruise.+ THE WIFE’S MORNING AFTER He—“The boys had a rattling time at our house last night.” She—(surveying the mess)—“Empty beer-bottles, nearly empty whiskey-bottle, half-empty glasses, empty siphons, distorted corks, fragments of sandwiches, remnants of cheese, crumbled crackers, fugitive olive-pits, beer-stained doilies, stream from recumbent catsup-bottle meandering across Aunt Martha’s embroidered centrepiece, cigar and cigarette stubs in salad-bowl—over all a Vesuvian deposit of ashes. And breakfast only twenty minutes away!” _FIRST AID TO THE INJURED_ In case of a fall from the Water Wagon, prompt action will often save the victim.