"What?" asked Sammy.
Make a smudge of smoke on board here. Smoke can be seen a long way, and maybe it will bring us help."
"We'll try it," decided Bob.
They went to bed, but they did not sleep as well as the night before. Morning came, and with it a dense fog.
"That's too bad!" exclaimed Frank. "No one will see us now, and we may be in danger of a collision."
"Can't we do anything?" asked Sammy.
"Yes, we can blow a horn every once in a while, if we can find one, and ring the ship's bell. That's what they always do in a fog."
"Then let's do it!" suggested Sammy.
So while the fog hung about them—a damp, white blanket—the boys tooted the horn, and clanged the bell. This was to warn other vessels not to run into them.
But, though they listened sharply, they heard no sounds that would indicate another vessel to be near them. They seemed all alone on the ocean, and they were more discouraged than before.
True they were not cold, for the day was warm, and they had plenty to eat. They were in a good, stout vessel, too, and in no great danger, unless another storm should come up.
But oh! how they wanted to be back on shore again!
Night came, and still the fog hung down. There was hardly a breath of air, and the Mary Ellen rolled on the oily swell of the sea. The night passed slowly, but with the morning came hope.
Soon after sunrise the wind sprang up, and blew away the fog. Then the breeze increased, and the sails filled out. The schooner went along at a fast rate of speed.
"And see!" cried Frank, "our flag shows well now. I'm sure it will be noticed by someone, and we'll soon be rescued."
