Nevertheless, it was just about an hour later that Jerry, feeling his nausea leave him almost as suddenly as it had appeared, raised himself on one elbow and looked across at his companion in misery.
"How do you feel, Slim?" he inquired.
"Almost human again," the stout lad replied.
"Going to get up?"
"Guess I can in a few minutes."
"I'm going to try it now," said Jerry. "Seems as if the pilot of this ferry had learned to steer her a whole lot better than he did earlier in the day."
"Yep," agreed Slim, sliding from his bunk. "Certainly was tough, wasn't it?"
"I feel sort of weak in the legs yet," said Jerry, by way of answer. "Let's go up on deck and get some fresh air."
"Stomach feels as empty as a vacant house; how's yours?" Slim inquired.
"Nothing in it but the lining, and I guess most of that's pried loose. We've got to wait more than two hours for mess, too."