Joe, too, saw what they were in for and turned anxiously to Steve.

"That's fog, isn't it ?" he asked.
Steve nodded.

"Get the fog-horn ready, will you?
We don't want anyone bumping into us.

I'm going to slow down to six miles.

There's too much water here to drop anchor in." He eyed the advancing fog distastefully and then shrugged his shoulders.