"Perhaps the bay has opened up, and the shore line is miles away from us!" was the cheering way Jack put it.
"Good for you, commodore!" called Josh.
"Oh! I hope that's so!" wailed Nick.
"But how are we going to find out?" queried Herb.
"By changing our course directly into the west, and taking the bull by the horns," Jack replied, boldly. "We can creep along, you know, and if we've made a mistake, why, it's easy to turn around and bear away again. But somehow, I've got a pretty strong notion things are going to work out all right for us, fellows."
"Hurrah! that's the kind of talk!" cried Nick, beginning to perk up a little, and wonder if after all George might not be right when he said that they owed it to themselves as a duty to eat, whether hungry or not, in order to conserve their strength for any emergency.
"Are you turning now, Jack?" asked George.
"Yes; keep close by and try to pattern after what I do. Here goes, then, fellows."
"Hit her up; who cares for expenses?" cried Josh, who had been taking it comfortably right along, and seemed almost free from care.
By exercising more or less caution, they managed to change their course without losing each other in the fog. This was accomplished by calling out from time to time, or even sounding the signals on the horns.