In the fog it was difficult to tell whether the sound came from directly ahead or from starboard.

At all events, when Steve turned his head to port the sound was certainly at his right or behind him.
"I'll try it again," he said.

"You stay here, Phil." He climbed back to the bridge deck.

"Perry, are you working that fog-horn ?" he demanded.
"If you aren't, get busy with it!" Once more the cruiser picked up and stole forward, her nose slowly swinging around to port.

Steve had given up watching the compass now.