We were sure to be picked up before the evening--right in the track of all the Canal traffic; there was smoke to the north-west now.
'"It gave me an awful shock to see this faint, faint blur, this low trail of brown mist through which you could see the boundary of sea and sky.

I called out to them that I could hear very well where I was.

The skipper started swearing, as hoarse as a crow.

He wasn't going to talk at the top of his voice for _my_ accommodation.

'Are you afraid they will hear you on shore ?' I asked.