"Do you obsarve that?" he asked. "It's just what I was afeared of, and I don't like it at all."
CHAPTER XIII
THE FOG
It will be recalled that when Jack and Rob awoke, during the preceding night, they noticed a marked change in the temperature, and the sailor prophesied an unwelcome change in the weather. Following the direction pointed by him, his friends saw what he meant. The rise had caused one of those fogs that have been fatal so often to ships off the banks of Newfoundland, and which frequently wrap the southern coast of Greenland in a mist as impenetrable as that which overshadows at times the British metropolis.
"You see," added Jack, "it might be that some whaler or other vessel is cruising in these latitudes, and will come close enough for us to observe 'em and they us, provided the sun was shining, but, the way matters are turning out, they might pass within a biscuit's toss 'out either of us knowing it."
"Well," was the philosophical comment of Fred, "we have so much to be thankful for that I can't complain over a small matter like that."
"It may be a bigger matter than you think, but I'm as thankful as you, all the same."
"Gracious!" exclaimed Rob, with a sigh; "I'm hungry."
"There's your supper."
Both boys, however, shook their heads, and Rob replied:
"I'm not hungry enough to eat raw bear's meat."