"Shall I hold your head for you ?" he asked, with a grin.
"I guess it vos der fireworks yesterday done him," said Hans weakly, and staggered off to the cabin.
"That's kind of rough to twit him, Fred," remarked Dick.
"Oh, I only meant it in fun." "Maybe you'll get seasick yourself." "Not much! If I do, I have a remedy in my trunk, that I brought from home." "You'd better give the remedy to Hans." "I will." Fred went below and got the bottle of medicine from his dress suit case.

As he did this his own head began to swim around, much to his alarm.
"Here, Hans, is a dose for you," he said, entering the stateroom, where the German youth was rolling around on the berth.
"Vot ist it for ?" groaned the sufferer.
"Seasickness." "Den gif it to me kvick! Gif me apout two quarts!" "It says take a tablespoonful," said Fred, reading the label with difficulty.

"Here you are." He administered the medicine, which Hans took without a murmur, although it was very bitter.

Then he tried to take a dose himself, but his stomach suddenly "went back on him," and he let the bottle fall with a crash to the floor.
"Oh, my! you vos lose all dot goot medicine!" cried Hans, in alarm.
"I--I know it," groaned Fred.

"And I--er--I need it so much!" "Vot, you seasick, too?
Ha, ha! Dot's vot you gits for boking fun at me, yah!" And Hans smiled in spite of his anguish.
It was certainly poetic justice that Fred should get seasick and that the malady should affect him far more seriously than it did Hans.