There were two or three ladies on deck, who could walk pretty well.
About noon, I was standing on the upper deck, when I saw Rectus coming toward me, looking very pale.

He was generally a dark sort of a boy, and it made a good deal of difference in him to look pale.

I was sure he was going to be sick, at last,--although it was rather queer for him to knock under when the voyage was pretty nearly over,--and I began to laugh, when he said to me, in a nervous sort of way: "I tell you what it is, I believe that we've gone past the mouth of the Savannah River.

According to my calculations," said he, pointing to a spot on his map, which he held in his hand, "we must be down about here, off the Georgia coast." I have said that I began to laugh, and now I kept on.

I just sat down and roared, so that the people looked at me.
"You needn't laugh," said Rectus.