Even the ships in the harbour had not ventured out, and now only two of them remained.
"There will be none tomorrow, if this sea mist comes down," said Wolfe, with a little grim smile, as he entered the boat again.

"Row me to the harbour's mouth; I would take a look for myself at the position of the vessels." The sun was shining brilliantly upon land, but over the sea there was a little haze, which seemed disposed to increase.

It had been so for two or three days, the fog coming thicker at night.

Wolfe looked keenly about him as he reached the mouth of the harbour.

He did not attempt to enter it, but sat looking before him with intent, critical gaze.
"I see," he remarked, after a pause.