“Sure an it’s best to be afther lookin on the bright side.”
“There isn’t any bright side to the fog that I could ever see,” said Tom.
“Well,” said Bart, “we’ll have to do as we’ve done before—grin and bear it.”
“But it’s a great deal harder to grin now than it used to be,” said Phil, plaintively; “and I can’t bear it at all.”
“O, well, Captain Corbet’ll work his way along. He understands fog, at any rate.”
“Well, I don’t altogether think so,” said Bruce. “After losing himself so utterly a few days ago, and fetching up at Sable Island, I rather begin to doubt his power to understand fog.”
“O, well, that was in a strange place.”
“Well, this is a strange place.”
“Not quite. We are getting well on towards the Bay of Fundy.”
“Well, we’re not there yet. As yet, we’re in the Atlantic Ocean. Now, Captain Corbet got lost once before in this same place,—the Atlantic Ocean,—and it’s my fixed belief that he’ll do it again.”