Give orders to the other galley to lay in oars till the fog comes, then to make for the left bank of the river and to drift with the tide close inshore.

Let none speak a word, and silence be kept until they hear my horn.

I will follow the right bank till we reach the mouth." Freda was standing near and heard these orders with a sinking heart.
She had no doubt that Edmund was on board the Saxon ship, and she had looked forward with confidence to be delivered from her captor; but now it seemed that owing to the evil change of the weather the hope was to be frustrated.
Edmund and the Saxons had viewed with consternation the approach of the sea-fog.

The instant it enveloped the ship the oars were got out and they rowed in the direction of the Danish vessels, which they hoped would drop anchor when the fog reached them.

Not a word was spoken on board the Dragon.