We may get knocked over by our own guns," continued Graines.
"There is no danger at present.

She can't hit anything in this fog except by a chance shot." "And one of them sometimes does the most mischief.

The fog is heavier just now than it has been at any time during the night.

I can't see the Tallahatchie just now." "It is blacker than a stack of blackbirds," added Christy.

"I am confident that we are at least a mile south of the lighthouse, and we will take advantage of the gloom to hoist the mainsail, and then the foresail if it holds as it is now;" and he gave the order to French, who was assisted by the engineer in the work.
The lieutenant took the wheel, and sent Lines to assist the others.
The blockader to the westward continued to discharge her guns; but her people could see nothing, and her solid shot began to fall astern of the West Wind, and the Tallahatchie took no notice of her or her guns.
Christy saw that the fog was lifting again, and this would reveal to the steamer ahead what he had been doing.