The city was nowhere to be seen. The heavy cloud of mist that had been gathering over the bay now totally obscured the shores.
How far the boat had departed from her course he did not know, and in the fog bank he had but a vague idea of their location. He began to look around in hopes of finding a compass, but there was none in the boat.
"Have you got a pocket compass, Joe?"
Joe, who was busily engaged in tying the unconscious stranger's ankles together, looked up and shook his head.
"Isn't there one in the boat?"
"No—and here we are in a fog bank. I don't know whether we're in the right direction for Bayport or not."
CHAPTER XIII
Paul Blum
Frank Hardy reduced the speed of the motorboat, because he realized the dangers that lurked in the fog.
Almost any moment they might crash into another boat in the bay. Even worse, they might be so far out of their course that they would pile up on one of the rocky shores.