The question of sea-sickness came up.
"I have crossed the ocean three times," remarked Elder Malby, "and escaped the sickness each time.

I hope for as good luck now." "It _is_ a matter of luck, I understand," said Chester.

"Sea-sickness is no respecter of persons, times, or so-called preventatives.

The weak sometimes escape, while the strong are laid low.

_I_ feel all right yet." The two younger men were fighting bravely, but it was not long before they excused themselves hurriedly, and went below, and to bed.