"That's sure as I'm alive, and badly bounced, too. Why, Charley, is that you?"
"It is. What's up?"
"I'm down," replied Tommy. "The fact is, I got into the wrong cabin, and was yanked out."
"You're always making mistakes. It's rough on you, I'll admit, but it serves you right."
They turned in after this, and the next day very little was seen of Tommy, as the weather was very rough, and he was so seasick he kept in his berth.
The gale was over in a couple of days, and he appeared again, serene and smiling, having found his sea legs, as his friend, Wild Charley, expressed it.
The boatswain's pipes whistled cheerily at this moment.
Some sailors were climbing up the shrouds.
"Anything I can do, sir?" inquired Tommy.
"Go aloft and help set that sail," was the reply.