“Three of them,” corrected the elder.  “There are two more missionaries on board.  Not a large party of us this time.  Would you like to meet them?”

There was no more land to be seen now.  The sea stretched all around, with clouds above, and the rain.  There was more comfort below, so the two newly-made friends went down.  Chester met the other elders who were younger men, one destined for Scandinavia, the other for the Netherlands.  It did not take long for the four men to become acquainted.  Presently the dinner gong sounded, and all became interested in the first meal on ship-board.

Practically every one sat down to that dinner, and did full justice to it.  For many, that was the only meal eaten for days.  Chester was not seated at the same table as his friends.  At his right was a chatty old gentleman and at his left a demure lady who ate in silence.  Strangeness, however, is soon worn off when a company of people must eat at the same table for a week; that is, if the dreaded sea-sickness does not interfere too much with the gathering together at meal-time.

Towards evening the rain ceased.  As the darkness came on, the clouds billowed across the vast upper expanse.  Chester and his new-made friends paced the deck and watched the night settle on the water, and enclose the ship in its folds.  They talked of the strange new experience on ship-board, then they told somewhat of each other’s personal history.  The sea was rough, and the ship pitched more and more as it met the swells of the Atlantic.  The question of sea-sickness came up.

“I have crossed the ocean three times,” remarked Elder Malby, “and escaped the sickness each time.  I hope for as good luck now.”

“It is a matter of luck, I understand,” said Chester.  “Sea-sickness is no respecter of persons, times, or so-called preventatives.  The weak sometimes escape, while the strong are laid low. I feel all right yet.”

The two younger men were fighting bravely, but it was not long before they excused themselves hurriedly, and went below, and to bed.  Chester and Elder Malby displayed splendid sea-legs, so they walked until they were tired, then took possession of some chairs in a sheltered corner, wrapping their coats well around them.

“I wish I were going on a mission, as you are,” Chester was saying.  “My trip is somewhat aimless, I fear.  For a year or more I have had a notion that I ought to see Europe.  I have seen a good deal of America, both East and West.  I lived for some time in Salt Lake City, though I became a Church member in Chicago.  But about Europe,” he continued as if he did not then wish to speak of his Western experiences, “you know, one must have seen somewhat of the Old World to have the proper ’culture,’—­must have seen Europe’s pictures, old castles, and historic places.  I know little and care less about the culture, but I have always had a desire to see England, and some of France and Germany, and the Alps—­yes, I want to see the Alps and compare them with our Rockies.  Rome, and other Italian cities, are interesting, too, but I may not get to them this time.  I do hope some good will come of all this—­somehow I think it will not be wholly in vain.”