feel much better. As a matter of fact, his spell of seasickness was of short duration, and once gone, the malady never returned.
"I'm a fine specimen of a Jackie, am I not?" he said to Caleb, with a faint smile, on first presenting himself. "Why, a Spaniard could knock me over with a feather."
"Don't you go for to find fault with yourself," was the old gunner's reply. "I've known men who have been on the ocean for years to get sick the first day out. It's something they can't overcome, try their best. Why, I saw several officers of the marines as sick as so many dogs."
Mess over, Walter went on deck for a breath of fresh air. They had just left a fog-bank and were standing out boldly into the ocean. The youth sauntered slowly forward as far as the rules permitted.
"Sail O!" came suddenly from the military mast.
"Where away?" demanded the officer on the bridge.
"Dead ahead, sir."
"Is she flying any flag?"
"I think not, sir."
