CHAPTER XXXVII.
"Look at M. T. Pate," said Tom Seddon, as he sat with Toney and the Professor on deck one morning, about a week after they had been at sea.
The ship was running at the rate of nine knots, with the wind on the quarter.
"He treads as tremulously as a turkey condemned to the ordeal of tripping over a liberal sprinkling of hot ashes," said the Professor.
"Getting his sea-legs," said Old Tim, as he toddled by with a rope in his hand.
"Our venerable friend suggests that Pate is about to undergo a metamorphosis and become amphibious," said the Professor.
"What are Wiggins and Botts doing yonder?" said Toney.
"Hugging!" said Tom.
"The hug of the Old Grizzly is dangerous," said the Professor.