CHAPTER X
THE DETECTED THIEF
“Do you expect to be seasick, Joe?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Folsom. This is the first time I have ever been at sea.”
“I have crossed the Atlantic twice, and been sick each time. I suppose I have a tendency that way.”
“How does it feel?” asked Joe curiously.
Folsom laughed.
“It cannot be described,” he answered.
“Then I would rather remain ignorant,” said Joe.
“You are right. This is a case where ignorance is bliss decidedly.”
Twenty-four hours out Folsom’s anticipations were realized. He experienced nausea and his head swam.