which he had not been able to
close again, the wind holding it back and resisting all his strength.

Tom Jerrold, too, aroused by Weeks' voice and the cold current of air
that was blowing in upon him, rubbed his eyes, and standing up in his
bunk while holding on to the top rail of mine, had also a good look at
me.

"Bah!" cried he at length. "You're only sea-sick."

That was all the consolation he gave me as he shoved himself into his
clothes; and then, hastily lugging on a thick monkey-jacket hurried out
on deck.

"A nice mess you've made, too, of the cabin."

This was Master Weeks' sympathy as he took possession of Jerrold's
vacated bunk and quietly composed himself to sleep, regardless of my
groans and deaf to all further appeals for aid.

Tim Rooney, however, was the most unkind of all.

Later on in the morning he popped in his head at the cabin door.

"Arrah, sure now, Misther Gray-ham, arn't ye sorry ye iver came to say,
at all at all?"

I should like to have pitched something at him, although I knew what he
would say the moment he opened his mouth, with that comical grin of his
and the cunning wink of his left eye.

"No," I cried as courageously as I was able under the circumstances,
"I'm not sorry, I tell you, in spite of all that has happened, and when
I get better I'll pay you out for making fun of me when I'm ill!"

"Begorra don't say that now, me darlint," said he, grinning more than
ever. "Arrah, though, me bhoy, ye look as if ye'd been toorned insoide
out, loike them injy-rubber divils childer has to play wid. 'Dade an'
I'd loike to say ye sprooce an' hearty ag'in; but ownly kape aisy an'
ye'll be all roight in toime. D'ye fale hoongry yit?"

"Hungry!" I screamed, ill again at the very thought of eating. "Go
away, do, and leave me alone--o-oh!"

And then I was worse than ever, and seemed afterwards to have no heart,
or head, or stomach left, or legs, or arms, or anything.

The boatswain did not forget me though, in spite of his fun at my
expense; and he must have spoken to Ching Wang again about me, for the
Chinaman came to the cabin after giving the men their breakfast at eight
bells, bringing me a pannikin of hot coffee, his panacea for every woe.

"Hi, lilly pijjin, drinkee dis chop chop," said he, holding the pannikin
to my mouth. "Makee tummy tummy number one piecee!"

I could not swallow much of the liquid; but the drop or two that I took
did me good; for, after Ching Wang h