Frank continued to hope that a breeze would spring up, and that he could induce the Slocums, by a liberal money offer, to set him and his friends ashore at the nearest point without delay.

In the event of a refusal, the temptation to take the vessel in himself would have been strong, but he knew that such a course would hardly do in these modern days.

It smacked too much of piracy.

Money was the lever he hoped to use, and when the breeze came he intended to make the lever sufficiently strong to move even these placid souls.
But the breeze did not come.

The fog seemed to grow thicker and damper.
At length weariness overcame the whole party.