The scene was a wild one.

They seemed to be in the centre of a circle of mist, which closed in at a distance of half a mile or so, all round them.

At times the rain fell, sweeping along with stinging force but, wet as they were, this mattered little to them.
"I would give something for a big glass of hot punch," Ryan said, as he munched a piece of biscuit.
"Yes, it would not be bad," Terence agreed; "but I would rather have a big bowl of hot coffee." "I have changed my opinion of a seafaring life," Ryan said, after a pause.

"It seemed delightful the morning we started, but it has its drawbacks; and to be at sea in an open boat, during a strong gale in the Bay of Biscay, is distinctly an unpleasant position." "I fancy it is our own fault, Dicky.

If we had known how to manage the boat, I have no doubt that we should have been able to get to shore.