A breeze was springing up.

Soon the fog would be rolled from off the sea and the sun would peer at them in mockery.
Coke's gruff voice reached every ear: "This time we're nabbed for keeps unless you all do as I bid you," he said.

"When the fog lifts, the cruiser will see us.

There's only one thing for it.

Somewhere, close in, is a steamer.