“Nonsense!” exclaimed Jerry. “It’s a heavy fog! Just what is to be expected when there’s a dead calm at this time of year. We’re fog-bound, as well as disabled.”
“But why should a mere fog cause such a commotion?” asked Ned.
Before Jerry could answer the three boys were startled by hearing through the dim, misty whiteness a well-known voice saying:
“Don’t disturb me now, and please don’t come too close! This is the best chance I’ve had for a long while to catch some of the mist-flies. Please don’t interrupt me, gentlemen!”
[CHAPTER XIV]
THE FOG
With one accord Ned, Bob, and Jerry looked at one another, their faces close together in the thick fog that was settling down over everything in a white, damp pall.
“There isn’t any doubt of it now!” exclaimed Jerry.
“I should say not!” agreed Bob.