Already we were ourselves buried in the fog, but he nodded his head.

He, too, had seen it--the _Macedonia_, guessing his manoeuvre and failing by a moment in anticipating it.

There was no doubt that we had escaped unseen.
"He can't keep this up," Wolf Larsen said.

"He'll have to go back for the rest of his boats.

Send a man to the wheel, Mr.Van Weyden, keep this course for the present, and you might as well set the watches, for we won't do any lingering to-night." "I'd give five hundred dollars, though," he added, "just to be aboard the _Macedonia_ for five minutes, listening to my brother curse." "And now, Mr.Van Weyden," he said to me when he had been relieved from the wheel, "we must make these new-comers welcome.