Let's go back to the stateroom." "It will be well enough to keep still about the nature of the cargo, Diamond," said Frank.
"Oh, I shall keep still about that all right!" assured Jack.
As they moved back along the deck they discovered somebody who was leaning over the rail and making all sorts of dismal sounds and groans.
"The next time I go to Europe I'll stay at home!" moaned this individual.

"Oh, my! oh, my! How bad I feel! Next that comes will be the shaps of my twos--I mean the taps of my shoes!" "It's Rattles!" laughed Frank, softly; "and he is sicker than ever.

He's tried to crawl out to get some air." At this moment a man opened the door near Rattleton, and asked: "Is the--ah--er--moon up yet ?" "I don't know," moaned Harry.

"But it is if I swallowed it.

Everything else is up, anyhow." "If the--ah--moon comes up red tonight, it will mean----" "I don't give a rap what it means!" snorted Rattleton.