"I've noticed that, too," came from Roger. "Perhaps they are hatching up some mischief."
On the following day the weather became more unsettled, and occasionally the clouds showed themselves above the horizon. Captain Marshall gave orders to his mate that a strict watch should be kept for a blow.
"I guess we are in for it, now!" cried Dave, that afternoon. "It is much rougher than it has yet been."
"I know I am in for it," answered Roger. His face was white, and wore a troubled look.
"What's the matter, seasick?"
"I—I fancy so. My head spins like a top and my stomach is starting to do the same."
"Better go below, lad," said Captain Marshall, coming up. "It won't do you any good to remain on deck."
Roger shuffled off to the companionway, and Dave went after him. The senator's son was growing worse every minute, and it was not long before Phil announced that he also felt sick. Both went to their staterooms, and Dave did what he could to relieve their distress.
"If the old tub would only stop for a minute—just one minute!" groaned Roger.
"That's what I say," responded Phil. "Oh, dear! I'd give a hundred dollars to be on shore again!"
