you want to do something you can get breakfast—and be sure and make plenty of hot coffee, for we need it to make us less sleepy."
As the storm went down, Hans came forth from his stateroom, pale and so woebegone that Tom had to turn away to hide a smile.
"Vos dot storm ofer alretty?" asked Hans, sinking in a chair.
"Just about," answered Dick.
"Oh, such a night, Dick! I ton't forgot him of I lif a dousand years, ain't it!"
"We shan't forget it either, Hans."
"Dick, I durn me insides owit more as fifty dimes, yes!" went on the German youth, earnestly.
"We've had our own troubles too," said the eldest Rover, and then related what had occurred. Hans was glad Dick had escaped falling overboard but was still too weak to take a great deal of interest.
The wheel was lashed fast and the engine slowed down, and all hands went to breakfast. It was by no means an elaborate meal, yet it made all but Hans feel much better. The German youth had little appetite and ate sparingly.
"Der kvicker ve git py land on der besser vill I like him," said he.
"Maybe you won't be seasick after such a dose," said Sam, hopefully.
