“Why, what’s the matter?” questioned Joe, trying to refrain from laughing at sight of the slender young man.
Cecil Stone groaned.
“Oh, it is beastly!” he said, stopping for a moment to face the chums.
“What?” demanded Bob. “Tell us about it.”
“That horrible captain just told me there may be a storm,” he explained, wiping the perspiration from his white face.
“Storm? You don’t say!” broke out Joe. “I—— Wait. Where are you going?”
“I intend to go to bed without further delay,” answered Cecil promptly. “I tell you, I just can’t stand that dreadful seasickness any more. I’m going to have Mamma give me some medicine.”
The next instant he was gone.
Bob and Joe wanted to laugh, but they had done so so often that they restrained themselves.
“Not wishing him any bad luck, but a guy like that ought to be seasick,” grunted Bob. “He’s the worst I’ve ever seen.”