“I tried to forget the awful situation in which I was; I tried to think of other things; to imagine that I was drilling with the rest of my company, with Tom Rogers on one side of me, and old Humphrey Peters on the other.  You may say, perhaps, that this wasn’t exactly the way of carrying out my promise of taking care of Miss Minturn and the others.  But what was there to do?  When the time came to do anything, and I could see what to do, I was ready to do it; but there was no use of waking them up now and setting their minds on edge, when they were all comfortable in their beds, thinking that every jerk of the Devil’s arm was a little twist in the current that was carrying them to Calcutta or some other desirable port.

“I felt some shocks after I got into bed, but whether or not there were many in the night, I don’t know, for I went to sleep.  It was daylight when I awoke, and jumping out of my bunk I dashed on deck.  Everything seemed pretty much as it had been, and the fog was as thick as ever.  I ran to the stern and looked over, and I could scarcely believe my eyes when I saw that we were moving again, still stern foremost, but a little faster than before.  That beastly Water-devil had taken a rest for the night, and had probably given us the shocks by turning over in his sleep, and now he was off again, making up for lost time.

“Pretty soon Miss Minturn came on deck, and bade me good morning, and then she went and looked over the stern.  ‘We are still moving on,’ she said, with a smile, ’and the fog doesn’t seem to make any difference.  It surely cannot be long before we get somewhere.’  ‘No, miss,’ said I, ‘it cannot be very long.’  ‘You look tired,’ she said, ’and I don’t wonder, for you must feel the heavy responsibility on you.  I have told my maid to prepare breakfast for you in our cabin.  I want my father to know you, and I think it is a shame that you, the only protector that we have, should be shut off so much by yourself; so after this we shall eat together.’  ‘After this,’ I groaned to myself, ’we shall be eaten together.’  At that moment I did not feel that I wanted to breakfast with Miss Minturn.”

“Mr. Cardly,” said Mr. Harberry to the school-master, “have you ever read, in any of your scientific books, that the Bay of Bengal is subject to heavy fogs that last day after day?”

“I cannot say,” answered the school-master, “that my researches into the geographical distribution of fogs have resulted—­”

“As to fogs,” interrupted the marine, “you can’t get rid of them, you know.  If you had been in the habit of going to sea, you would know that you are likely to run into a fog at any time, and in any weather; and as to lasting, they are just as likely to last for days as for hours.  It wasn’t the fog that surprised me.  I did not consider that of any account at all.  I had enough other things to occupy my mind.”  And having settled this little matter, he went on with his story.