“Say, fellows, you want to hurry up with those repairs!” cried Andy, suddenly. “Just look at those clouds coming up!”
All looked in the direction pointed out, and it must be confessed that the hearts of the lads sank when they saw what was overtaking them. The clouds were obscuring the sun, and, almost before they could realize it, a heavy bank of fog rolled down, enveloping them completely.
CHAPTER V
LOST IN THE FOG
Having cleared out the supply pipe as well as they were able, Jack and Ralph adjusted the same. Then the motor was started and after considerable spluttering the engine seemed to work almost as well as ever.
But all this had taken time, and now the sun was hidden completely, and the fog had settled down upon them like a gigantic blanket, shutting off the view in all directions.
“They had it right when they put up those storm signals,” was Fred’s dubious comment. “Gee! did you ever see fog come in such a hurry?”
“Yes, and just notice how wet and cold it is, too,” added Randy, shivering. “I’ll bet the thermometer has gone down twenty degrees.”
“We might as well put on our slickers,” suggested Jack, for they had provided themselves with raincoats for the trip.
“I suppose we’ll have to steer by the compass entirely,” said Ralph. “Which way shall we head—back to Nantucket or for Chatham?”