"Then—then—I wish I could die right here, if it would make me forget that awful goneness under my belt. Ugh!"
Bob settled down against the side of the ship, moaning.
"Don't be a baby. Get up and be a man."
"I—I don't want to be a man. I—I'd rather be a wooden image, then I wouldn't care what happened. In case the ship went down I could float and——"
Bob's words were lost in an anguished moan. Steve felt far from comfortable, but he set his teeth and made a resolve not to give up.
"The sea is coming up, Bob," announced Rush after a long period of silence.
"The—the sea——? It's my opinion that something else will be coming up soon if things don't stop moving around the way—the way they are doing now."
Steve laughed.
"Remember, Bob, that we are not likely to get anything in our stomachs for some days. Be careful."
Bob groaned.