Jack brushed his eyes.
"Don't sing anything more like that," he urged. "Make it something lively—'Solomon Levi,' or any old thing."
So "Solomon Levi" followed, and they all joined in on the chorus. Other lively songs were sung, and, by the time Frank put aside the guitar all were in fairly good spirits.
Merriwell arranged the program of standing watch. Hans was relieved before they turned in.
All through the night they took turns at standing watch and blowing away at intervals on the fog horn. And the night passed quickly enough without event.
When morning came, however, the fog still hung on the surface of the water. They ate a light breakfast, and Frank fell to walking the deck impatiently.
"If there was a breeze, this fog would be liable to lift," he said. "It is disgusting."
After a little a light breeze rose, but it did not clear away the fog entirely. However, the coming of the sun had some effect on it, and it was not long before Merry decided to get up anchor and run up the sails.
The anchor was hoisted and the sails set. Frank took the wheel.