It would be better to follow that than go blundering across the plain through such a mist as that." As he was speaking, we had dismounted and commenced our search.

In five minutes, so well did our recollection serve us, Dick had got the bracelet, and, having mounted our horses, we deliberated what was next to be done.
A thick fog covered the whole country, and was rapidly creeping up to the elevation on which we stood.

To get home over the plains without a compass seemed a hopeless matter.

So we determined to strike for the track which Dick had noticed in the morning, and get on it before it was dark.
We plunged down into the sea of fog, and, by carefully keeping the same direction, we found our road.

The moon was nearly full, which enabled us to distinguish it, though we could never see above five yards in front of us.
We followed the road above an hour; then we began to see ghostly tree-stems through the mist.