"The next time I go to Europe I'll stay at home!" moaned this
individual. "Oh, my! oh, my! How bad I feel! Next that comes will be the
shaps of my twos--I mean the taps of my shoes!"

"It's Rattles!" laughed Frank, softly; "and he is sicker than ever. He's
tried to crawl out to get some air."

At this moment a man opened the door near Rattleton, and asked:

"Is the--ah--er--moon up yet?"

"I don't know," moaned Harry. "But it is if I swallowed it. Everything
else is up, anyhow."

"If the--ah--moon comes up red tonight, it will mean----"

"I don't give a rap what it means!" snorted Rattleton. "Don't talk to
me! Let me die without torturing me! I'm sick enough without having you
make me worse!"

Mr. Slush, for he was the anxious inquirer about the moon, dodged back
into the cabin, closing the door hesitatingly.

Then Rattleton, unaware of the proximity of his amused friends, hung
over the rail and groaned again.

Frank walked up and spoke:

"I see, my dear boy, that you are heeding the Bible admonition."