The glare of the searchlight had vanished so suddenly that for a brief moment Frank did not determine the cause of it.
"What is it?" he demanded anxiously.
"Fog," replied Jack laconically, "and just in time. With luck, we may make our escape."
The course of the Lena was quickly altered, and she once more headed toward the coast of England.
CHAPTER XIV
MISFORTUNE
At full speed the Lena continued her voyage through the dense fog.
"Is there any danger of our colliding with another ship, speeding along like this without knowing what is ahead?" asked Frank in some anxiety.
"Certainly," replied Jack. "However, it is a chance we must take. We know what lies behind, and the way I figure it is that it is better to take a chance on what may lie before rather than on what we know lies behind."
"Right," said Frank, and he became silent.