CHAPTER VI.
IN THE FOG "We've been going two whole days now," declared Perry, "and we haven't even glimpsed an adventure." It was Tuesday morning and the two cruisers were lying side by side in New Bedford harbour.

A light drizzle was falling and even under the awning of the bridge deck everything was coated with a film of moisture.

The _Adventurer_ and the _Follow Me_ had done just short of a hundred miles yesterday, reaching the present port at nightfall.

They had averaged fifteen miles an hour and neither engine had missed an explosion all day long.

Joe had been rather stuck-up over the way his engine had performed and had been inclined to take a good share of the credit to himself.