Come out and get some air, and then go back and do it right." He guided Sandy's dying footsteps to the deck and propped him against the railing.

That was when he laughed.
"Not much of a sailor, eh ?" he quizzed.

"You'll be all right soon; we have been getting the tail-end of a big nor'wester." "A happy storm it must have been, sir, to wag its tail so gay," said Sandy, trying to smile.
The doctor clapped him on the back.

"You're better.

Want something to eat ?" Sandy declined with violence.