Say, Steve, isn't it hard to steer in a fog ?" "Not a bit," answered Steve cheerfully.

"Steering's perfectly easy.

The only trouble is to steer right." "To-o-ot!" said the fog-horn and was answered from astern.

Then somewhere to the south-eastward a siren sent a wailing cry, subdued by distance.

The fog settled on everything and shone on the boys' sweaters in little beads of moisture.