“It’s like playing hide-and-seek, isn’t it?” asked Sue.
“A good bit like that game, only there isn’t so much fun in it,” her father answered.
Down below in the snug cabin to which the fog could not penetrate Bunny Brown and his sister Sue played nearly all the remainder of the day. It was more enjoyable than being on deck, for up there nothing was to be seen. Besides, toward noon the fog became so thick that it was almost like rain, and Mr. Brown, who had gone on deck for a moment, came down with drops of water on his face and clinging to his eyebrows and eyelashes.
“Oh, Daddy, how funny you look!” laughed Sue.
Because of the fog, the Beacon was making only half speed. But as there was no special hurry in reaching the West Indies this did not matter much. What worried the officers, crew and passengers was the danger that in the fog a collision might happen. So the foghorn was kept blowing, one blast every half minute, all day long.
“If they keep it up all night I don’t believe we’ll sleep,” said Mrs. Brown.
“Maybe the fog will go away at night,” suggested Bunny.
But the white blanket of mist still enveloped the vessel when the time for the evening meal came. Lights were set aglow, but, as you know if you have ever been out in a fog, lights do not show very far. So it was necessary to keep the whistle blowing.
It was about the time Bunny and Sue were thinking of getting ready for bed that a sudden quiver ran through the ship. She trembled and then came to a stop, while the fog whistle blew louder than ever.
“Somebody bumped into us!” exclaimed Sue.