"With that gun? I sure do."
"Well, it does look kind of bad for us. I wish there was some way that we could get at the thing and put it out of commission," Jack returned wistfully.
"Which we could do in about one minute if we could only get at it, but, of course it would be impossible in broad daylight. If it was only in the night we might take a boat and get up on their anchor chains and get away with it."
"But if they're going to use it they'll probably do it before night."
"I guess there's little doubt about that," Bob agreed. "But where's the island?" he asked suddenly.
Jack turned to look. "Fog," he declared
"So it is and it's blotted it out all right. I'll bet you could cut it."
"And it'll be on us in a minute, and—"
"And what?"
"And if it's thick enough it'll give you a chance," Jack finished.