The deck steward had to tuck her shawls about her and assist her to a more lady-like position.
"That's pretty tough," remarked Chester.
"All the wits have tried their skill on the subject of sea-sickness," said his companion; "but it's no joke to those who experience it." "Can't we help those ladies ?" asked Chester.
"Not very much.

You will find the best thing to do is to let them alone.
They'll not thank you, not now, for any suggestion or proffer of help.
If you should be so foolish as to ask them what you could do for them, they would reply, if they replied at all, 'Stop the ship for five minutes.'" "Then I'll be wise," said Chester.
The night came on, dark and stormy.

The two friends kept up well.

They ate the evening meal with appetite, then went on deck again.
Night adds awfulness to the sublimity of a storm at sea.

The world about the ship is in wild commotion.