"How about some fried sausage, and some plum pudding, and some——"
Jerry laughed for the first time that day. "That fellow certainly did make me mad," he admitted.
"Yeh, he made you mad," said Slim in a remorseful tone, "but he made me sick."
On deck a hundred or more vigorous young men were exercising their muscles in various forms of athletic sport. Here a group crowded around a contest in broad jumping, eagerly echoing the distances made, and there the men of another throng loudly applauded their favorites in a stiff boxing bout, while on another part of the deck a pair of one-hundred-and-eighty-pound huskies were struggling in a friendly wrestling match.
A bright sun shone upon a sparkling sea, and the air was just crisp enough to be invigorating. At that moment Joe came up to inquire how his two chums felt.
"Fine," declared Jerry.
"Like a two-year-old," added Slim. "That doctor was telling the truth. I believe I never felt better in my life," and he began flapping his arms up and down like a rooster flails the air with its wings.
"A fat man's race three times around the ship!" a youth yelled, spying Slim's activities.
"Hurrah!" cried the crowd. "Get them started."
The jumpers, the wrestlers, and the boxers immediately suspended their respective contests to enjoy the innovation.