"Yes, you are here sir.

Do you know what a muddle you've made ?" Poor Bob groaned, and his father scratched his head.
"No help for it," muttered the Captain.

"Must put in at Mount's Bay.
Tut--tut--tut--tut!" The faintly heard sound of the gong made him look up sharply.

The vibration ceased, for the propeller had ceased to revolve.
A glance through the cabin window explained why.

The "Flash" had glided into a dense bank of dry fog, and the Captain could not see a yard beyond the panes of glass.
The next minute the cabin was filled with the dismal roaring of the fog-horn, to warn other vessels of their presence there, and, before a minute had elapsed, the Captain uttered a sharp ejaculation, and sprang to the cabin door, for a fresh roar sounded close at hand, telling that another ship was somewhere near.