Mr. Graham shook his head.
"I'll stick it," he declared. "When the fog lifts I may snatch a few minutes."
But alas for the Scoutmaster's resolution! Five minutes later he awoke with a start as the yacht ran up into the wind, and the slatting of canvas brought the three Sea Scouts hurriedly on deck.
"Take her, Jock," said Mr. Graham wearily, as he handed over the helm. "I must have a spell-o. I'll turn in on the cockpit floor. Kick me if you want me."
CHAPTER XX
Captured
"Fog's lifting, sir!"
The Scoutmaster opened his eyes and blinked at the welcome light. The good news seemed too soon to be true, but right ahead the sun was visible—a watery disc looming faintly through the dispersing vapour.
"Nine o'clock!" exclaimed Mr. Graham. "Have I slept all that time?"