BOB TRIES A PRANK The _Eagle_ was sailing along under a spanking breeze, and already the motion of Old Briny was beginning to make itself felt.

The vessel rolled to a considerable degree, and as she passed farther and farther out to sea this became more pronounced.
Bob, who had been active in visiting different parts of the ship, watching the sailors at their duties, and picking up bits of information here and there, soon got over his little indignation against those who had played the joke on him.

But he soon became conscious of another feeling.
This was a decidedly uneasy one, and for the first time since he had begun to think of the voyage Bob began to fear he was going to be seasick.
"I certainly do feel queer," said our hero to himself as he leaned against the railing amidships.

"I wonder what I'd better do?
Perhaps I'm moving around too much.

I'll keep quiet." He sat down on a hatch cover and tried to think of other things.
The sea was beginning to turn blue--the blue of deep water--and the sun was shining brightly.