“What’s the matter?” asked Andy.
“Nothing,” returned Chet, manfully striving to overcome a feeling he could not subdue. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing much, only—I—I feel sort of crawly inside.”
“You’re seasick, Andy!”
“How about yourself?” retorted Andy, and he made a movement toward the side of the steamer.
“I guess I—I am—with—you!” gasped Chet, and also ran for the rail.
After that, the two chums lost all interest in living for several hours. They felt as miserable as a person with a dose of seasickness can feel. They remained on deck for a while, and then sought the seclusion of their stateroom. Here Dr. Slade came to their assistance.
“Two more down, eh?” said the physician, with a little smile. “Well, I’ll do what I can to fix you up,” and he brought forth his medicine case.
“Wh—who else is sick?” asked Andy. In seasickness, “misery loves company” every time.
“Mr. Camdal and Ben Haven, the first mate.”