Next day they fell in with more sails, all circling slowly from the east northerly towards the west.

But just when they expected to make the shoals by the Virgin the fog shut down, and they anchored, surrounded by the tinklings of invisible bells.

There was not much fishing, but occasionally dory met dory in the fog and exchanged news.
That night, a little before dawn, Dan and Harvey, who had been sleeping most of the day, tumbled out to "hook" fried pies.

There was no reason why they should not have taken them openly; but they tasted better so, and it made the cook angry.

The heat and smell below drove them on deck with their plunder, and they found Disko at the bell, which he handed over to Harvey.
"Keep her goin'," said he.