“Maybe we’re getting seasick,” came dismally from Fred. He, too, had just arisen, and his face was unusually pale while he seemed to breathe with difficulty.
“Say, Fred, you certainly look odd!” cried Jack. “Do you really think you’re getting seasick?”
“I don’t know,” was the slow response from the youngest Rover. “I never felt so queer in my life,” he went on, as he took a few staggering steps around the forecastle. “Guess I need a little fresh air. It’s dreadfully close in here.”
“It can’t be so very late,” said Ralph. He felt for his watch, and then uttered an exclamation. “My watch is gone!” He thrust his hands into his pockets. “My money is gone, too, and so are my keys! Everything is gone!”
Jack and the others gazed at Ralph in astonishment. Then simultaneously they felt in their own pockets.
“My watch is gone too!”
“So is mine!”
“My diamond scarf pin is gone!”
“So is my ruby ring!”
“I’m cleaned out of everything!”