swered the old tar, and gave a deep groan. "I want a doctor, I do!"
Seeing Bahama Bill was really sick, Songbird went to his assistance and called Mr. Rover. Then Captain Barforth was consulted and he gave the man some medicine.
"It's queer I took sick so quick," said Bahama Bill, an hour later, when he felt better.
"What did you eat and drink?" asked Anderson Rover.
"I ate a tongue sandwich—one o' them was handed around awhile ago. I put it in my bunk room when I got it and ate it on going to bed. It made me sick the minit I downed it."
"I ate one of those sandwiches and it didn't hurt me," said Fred.
"Yah, and I vos eat two of dem," put in Hans.
"Da vos goot, doo!" and he smacked his lips.
"Perhaps you ate something earlier in the day that didn't agree with you," said Captain Barforth; and there the talk ended, and Bahama Bill retired once more.
Less than an hour later came a commotion on the steam yacht. Two men were evidently fighting and the voice of Bahama Bill was heard.
"I've caught ye!" he bellowed. "No, ye ain't goin' to git away nuther!" And then came a crash as some article of furniture was tipped over.
