Part 3 (1/2)

Bob's words were lost in an anguished moan. Steve felt far from comfortable, but he set his teeth and made a resolve not to give up.

”The sea is coming up, Bob,” announced Rush after a long period of silence.

”The--the sea----? It's my opinion that something else will be coming up soon if things don't stop moving around the way--the way they are doing now.”

Steve laughed.

”Remember, Bob, that we are not likely to get anything in our stomachs for some days. Be careful.”

Bob groaned.

”If I ever get anything solid under my feet I'll take it out of you for that! That's a mean trick to play on a fellow when he's in the shape I'm in at this minute. How long do you suppose the noise outside will keep up?”

”I don't know. Probably all the way down Superior.”

”And how far is that?”

”Let me see. I think Mr. Carrhart said the trip to the--the Soo took thirty-six hours.”

”Help!” muttered Jarvis faintly.

”Now, I want you to brace up. Come on, get up. If you don't I'll trounce you and make you forget your troubles.”

”Yes, you can talk, but if you felt as badly as I do, you wouldn't spout that way. You; couldn't without--without----”

”Perhaps I _do_ feel badly, but I may have the will power to fight it out.”

Steve reached down and pulled Jarvis up beside him. The latter protested, but it did him no good, for he was apparently unable to offer any resistance. Rush threw an arm about his companion and began talking about other subjects in order to divert Bob's mind from his sufferings, for his was a real case of seasickness.

In the meantime the sea seemed to be rising, though as a matter of fact there was little sea on. The short, sharp waves of the lake were moving the big, flat-bottomed steamer almost as roughly as they would have moved a little row boat, for the ore carriers are proverbial rollers.

After a time Jarvis began to feel easier, and the lads, lulled by the motion of the s.h.i.+p, grew sleepy. Steve did not dare allow himself to go to sleep. He knew, full well, that such a thing would be dangerous. A lurch of the vessel might cover their heads with dirt and smother them to death before they were able to extricate themselves. Then again, they might be buried too deeply to dig their way out at all.

”Lean up against me, Bob. No need of our both standing here suffering for sleep. If you get too heavy I'll let you drop; then I guess you will wake up.”

Bob leaned heavily on his companion. He would have done so in a moment more at any rate, for his eyelids seemed to weigh a ton. The lad was asleep almost instantly. After a time Steve's eyelids also drooped. He could hold them up no longer. Then he went to sleep, braced against the wall of the hull, his companion sleeping soundly in his arms.

There could be but one result of this. They had been asleep but a few moments before, in a lurch of the s.h.i.+p, Rush toppled over with Jarvis on top of him, a ton or more of ore banked up about them.

”Get up! Get up!” shouted Steve, as soon as he was able to get his mouth free of the red ore.

Jarvis muttered, and Steve was obliged to push his companion off by sheer force. The lad pinched and pounded himself, to awaken his dulled senses thoroughly, then he began to punch Jarvis about with his clenched fists.

”Leggo! Quit that, or I'll----”

Bob tried to strike Steve, but instead, he measured his length on the ore pile.

”I'm trying to get you awake, and if you don't want to be roughly handled you'd better pull yourself together,” warned Steve.