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 flagpole.

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.

He was fainting from seasickness, and a roll of the ship tilted him over the rail on to the smooth lip of the turtle-back.