To drift on the tide in a fog is a very different thing to sailing through it at ten miles an hour on a strong breeze, and the steersman had no thought to spare for anything but his sails.

Two men were keeping the look-out in the bows.

Another--the leadsman--was standing amidships peering over the side into the mist.
Still Barebone waited.

Captain Clubbe had taught him that most difficult art--to select with patience and a perfect judgment the right moment.
The "Petite Jeanne" was rustling through the glassy water northward toward Farlingford.
At a word from the Captain the man who had been heaving the lead came aft to the ship's bell and struck ten quick strokes.

He waited and repeated the warning, but no one answered.