“So you see this voyage is really nothing,” laughed Mr. Whyland.
During the afternoon it began to grow foggy, and then the two boys went below and put their stateroom in order.
This task was hardly completed before Gus began to feel queer and drew down the corners of his mouth.
“What’s the matter?” asked Oliver, although he suspected the cause.
“I—I—am afraid I—I—” stammered the stout youth.
“Seasick?”
“Yes.”
“Better rest in the bunk for a while.”
“I guess I will.”
In half an hour poor Gus was as bad as ever. Oliver did all for his chum that he could think of, and even went to the purser for advice.