As the three boys were complaining about the rough seas, and the chance of becoming seasick, they were joined by two others, one of whom said in a breezy voice and with a lively air: 

“Well, boys, how are you enjoying yourselves?  Glorious weather, isn’t it?  Fine breeze, just the thing to send us along, although we do not need it, going under steam.”

“I’m glad you like it, Jack!” said Harry with a wry face, “but I can’t say that I do.  You may be used to the water, but I am not.”

“I have never been at sea before,” laughed Jack, “so I cannot be any more used to it than you are.  Perhaps you have been eating too much, that might make you sick.  You don’t look it, at any rate.”

“I don’t know how I look,” muttered Billy Manners, stopping suddenly in his walking, “but I know how I feel,” and he made a dash for the cabin, and was gone for some time, the others continuing their walk on deck.

In a few minutes a smiling negro in a white jacket and cap came out of the cabin carrying a tray containing cups of beef tea, which he offered to the boys, saying with a grin: 

“Dis ain’t like de beef soup yo’ get at de ‘cademy, sah, but mebby yo’ would like a bite or two dis mon’in’ to sha’pen yo’ appetite fo’ dinnah?”

“No, thanks, Bucephalus,” said one of the boys, Dick Percival by name, who was walking arm in arm with Jack.  “I don’t need anything to sharpen my appetite, which is always good on sea or land.”

“The idea of offering a fellow anything to eat when he feels as I do,” growled Harry.  “Take it away, Buck, or I’ll throw you overboard.”

The high sounding name of the negro was often contracted to Buck by the Hilltop boys, as in the present instance, but he was used to both, and answered as readily to one as to the other, now saying with a broad grin: 

“Dat am a mistake, Mistah Harry.  De worser yo’ feel, de mo’ yo’ should put in yo’ stomach, dat is to say when yo’ get good nourishmental food like dis yer.  Of co’se dey is detrimental substances which——­”

“That sort of talk will make me sick if nothing else will,” said Harry, hurrying away, while Jack and Dick sat down, and gazed out upon the horizon, while sipping their bouillon and nibbling at their biscuits.

“We will be in summer seas, as the advertisements call them, before long,” said Jack.  “The air is pleasant enough as it is.  Down here in the summer it is pretty hot I take it, but in April it will be all right.”

“Think of us cruising around the Spanish main where the old buccaneers used to roam,” laughed Dick.  “Perhaps we will dig up a pot of gold buried on one of the islands by some of them.”

“If Captain Kidd had buried all the gold that folks said he did,” replied Jack, “he would have been kept busy till now.  If people would work instead of trying to find gold that was never buried, they would accomplish something.  The only treasure you dig out of the earth is the good crop you get by working at your corn and potatoes.”