But with someone else, seated near them at another table, it was entirely a different matter. For Cecil Stone’s face was beginning to turn a sickly yellow, and with each bite of food he was visibly becoming more affected.
“Dear me!” the chums heard him say. “I really can’t take another bite of that beastly salad.”
“Perhaps you would feel bettah if you would go to your suite, Cecil darling. Appahantly you aren’t feeling well today.”
“There he goes,” whispered Bob, his eyes following the tall, stooping figure. “He can’t take it.”
CHAPTER XII
A Disappointing Announcement
MUCH as Bob and Joe expected, Cecil Purl Stone did not put in his appearance the remainder of that day. Nor did he appear in the cabin the next. In fact, it was two days later that he was seen walking down the promenade deck. Even then he was unusually pale and haggard looking.
At a suggestion from Joe the chums walked purposely up to the young man.
“How do you like the way the ship’s rolling?” Joe asked him, with a wink at Bob.