Hours later, out upon the ocean, the dim lights ashore fading one by one, the fighters for Uncle Sam gave one last, long, lingering look at their native land. And Jerry, voicing the spirit of all, cried out:
"Farewell, United States."
CHAPTER V
The Fight in the Wireless Room
"Oh my; oh, my!" wailed Slim weakly, his head hanging over the side of his bunk. "I never felt worse in all my life. I never felt half so sick."
"Never mind," urged Joe, soothingly, "you'll soon be feeling better now."
"Yes, he will," moaned Jerry, miserably, from the opposite bunk; "he will, but I won't."
The wind howled, the big ship gave a forward and downward lurch, and Jerry would have slid from his bunk but for the quick action of Joe.