That, he thought, would be pretty harsh treatment.
"I wish Mr. Tarbill would come from his stateroom," Bob mused. "I guess it would be safe to play a little joke on him. I've simply got to have some fun."
Mr. Tarbill had suffered very much from seasickness, though he was now recovered. He came on deck the next day, but he was more nervous than ever.
"Oh, my!" he exclaimed as a big wave struck the Eagle, heeling her over considerably. "Are we going down?"
"Oh, I guess not," replied Bob confidently. He and Mr. Tarbill were together on the quarterdeck. The nervous passenger's fears gave Bob an idea.
"I'll give him a real scare," thought the boy. "Maybe it will cure him of being nervous."
My reader can easily understand that Bob had one thought for Mr.
Tarbill and two for himself.
The boy considered matters a few minutes, during which time the nervous passenger seemed to grow more and more frightened of the big waves, which had been piled up by quite a heavy blow the previous night.
Presently Bob went to the after-rail and looked intently into the water. Then he uttered an exclamation.
"Oh! Oh!" he cried. "It's coming right after us! Have you a revolver, Mr. Tarbill?"