"Guess we've slowed down a little, haven't we?
I'll skip out and see what the log says." "I might if I vhas you," said the German.
Harvey staggered over the wet decks to the nearest rail.

He was very unhappy; but he saw the deck-steward lashing chairs together, and, since he had boasted before the man that he was never seasick, his pride made him go aft to the second-saloon deck at the stern, which was finished in a turtle-back.

The deck was deserted, and he crawled to the extreme end of it, near the flag-pole.

There he doubled up in limp agony, for the Wheeling "stogie" joined with the surge and jar of the screw to sieve out his soul.

His head swelled; sparks of fire danced before his eyes; his body seemed to lose weight, while his heels wavered in the breeze.