Then Inza was left in full possession of the cuddy, while Hodge and Frank crept into a narrow sleeping-place forward which Jabez Slocum pointed out to them.

As for the fishermen themselves, they seemed content to stretch out under a tarpaulin on deck; and the _Sarah Jane_, with lights set to show her position, though they could not have been seen a dozen feet distant, rocked sleepily in the fog at the end of her cable.
When morning dawned, the fog rolled away under the influence of a brilliant sun, showing an attractive sight.

Other fishing-boats, big and little, were rising and falling on the swell.

To the northward a steamer, outward bound, trailed from her triple funnels banners of black smoke.

From the southward a "fruiter," as the vessels bringing fruit from the West Indies are called, came bravely up the coast.