“Man alive, I wish you could see your face!”

Three minutes later a sailor halted at the door, looked at Truax, then
wheeled about to the marine.

“Say, what ails that man? What’s the matter with his face?”

“Don’t know. Looks fearful, doesn’t he?”

“Awful! Ought to have the doctor.”

Sam shifted uneasily.

Five minutes later a sailor wearing on one sleeve the Red Cross of the
hospital squad came along.

“Say,” said the marine, “I wish you’d look at the feller in the brig.”

The hospital man showed his face at the grating and looked at Truax
keenly.

“Wow! The sawbones officer has got to look at this chap!”

Sam Truax sprang to his feet, but his legs wobbled. He felt his
heart-beats racing and his face flushing.

“I felt all right a little while ago, but I certainly feel queer now,” he
muttered.

Doctor McCrea soon hurried below.