"I think you'll be interested in coming to the bridge, sir. The fog is lightening a bit, and I can see a couple of stars overhead."
"Whew! That's good news! Do you still hear the 'Victor's' machinery?"
"Yes; I've been keeping very close to her."
Halstead quickly told the news to Joe Dawson. Both reached for their ulsters, then ran out on deck. Tom's first discovery was that he could hear, distinctly, the subdued clank-clank made by the invisible steam yacht.
Yes; the fog was surely lifting. Overhead, especially, things were clearing.
"We seem to be running out at the edge of the fog-bank, Mr. Davis," was the young captain's greeting, as he climbed to the bridge, followed by the young chief engineer.
For five minutes or more Tom Halstead stood there, watching the fog.
"I'm sure enough of the news, now, to go aft and tell Mr. Baldwin," he declared, finally.
Tom found all the cabin passengers at table in the deck dining saloon, aft of the owner's quarters. They were not more than two-thirds through the meal, but the table became instantly deserted.