"I just run down to ask if there was anything new in the offin'.

Last time I see you, you hinted you and your mates had sighted somethin' or other through the fog, and it might turn out to be a rock or a lighthouse, you couldn't tell which.

Made up your mind yet ?" Sylvester shook his head.

"No," he said, slowly; "it is still foggy.
We're busy investigating, but we're not ready to report." "Humph! Well, what's the thing look like?
You must be a little nigher to it by now." The lawyer tapped his desk with a pencil.

"I don't know what it looks like," he answered.