By nightfall they had passed out of Delaware Bay into the Atlantic Ocean, and then the course was changed to almost due south. As soon as they got out on the long swells the _Rainbow_ commenced to toss and pitch considerably. "Now you can sing a life on the ocean wave!" cried Dick to Songbird. "How does this suit you?" "Elegant!" was the reply, and then the would-be poet began to warble: "I love the rolling ocean With all its strange commotion And all the washing wavelets that hit us on the side; I love to hear the dashing Of the waves and see the splashing Of the foam that churns around us as on we swiftly glide!" "Gee Christopher!" cried Sam. "Say, Songbird, that rhyme is enough to make one dizzy!" "I dink dot boetry vos make me tizzy already," came from Hans, as he sat down on a nearby chair, his face growing suddenly pale. "Hullo, Hans is sick!" cried Tom. "Hans, I thought you had better sea legs than that." "I vosn't sick at all, Dom, only--vell, der ship looks like he vos going to dake a summersaults already kvick!" "You're seasick," said Sam. "Better go to your stateroom and lie down." "I ton't vos going to get seasick," protested the German youth. "Think of Hansy getting seasick!" cried Fred. "That's the best yet!" And he laughed heartily. "Shall I hold your head for you?" he asked, with a grin. "I guess it vos der fireworks yesterday done him," said Hans weakly, and staggered off to the cabin. "That's kind of rough to twit him, Fred," remarked Dick. "Oh, I only meant it in fun." "Maybe you'll get seasick yourself." "Not much! If I do, I have a remedy in my trunk, that I brought from home." "You'd better give the remedy to Hans." "I will." Fred went below and got the bottle of medicine from his dress-suit case. As he did this his own head began to swim around, much to his alarm. "Here, Hans, is a dose for you," he said, entering the stateroom, where the German youth was rolling around on the berth. "Vot ist it for?" groaned the sufferer. "Seasickness." "Den gif it to me kvick! Gif me apout two quarts!" "It says take a tablespoonful," said Fred, reading the label with difficulty. "Here you are." He administered the medicine, which Hans took without a murmur, although it was very bitter. Then he tried to take a dose himself, but his stomach suddenly "went back on him," and he let the bottle fall with a crash to the floor. "Oh, my! you vos lose all dot goot medicine!" cried Hans, in alarm. "I--I know it," groaned Fred. "And I--er--I need it so much!" "Vot, you seasick, too? Ha, ha! Dot's vot you gits for boking fun at me, yah!" And Hans smiled in spite of his anguish.