They expected too that the fog would thin there, but it did not do so, seeming to spread over the full extent of Andiatarocte.
"How long do you think the fog will last ?" asked Robert.
"All day, I fear," replied Tayoga.
"That's bad.

If any of our friends should be on the shore we won't be able to see 'em." "But we have to make the best of it, Dagaeoga.

We may be able to hear them." The fog was the greatest they had ever seen on Andiatarocte, seeming to ooze up from the depths of the waters, and to spread over everything.

The keenest eyes, like those of Robert and Tayoga, could penetrate it only a few yards, and it hung in heavy, wet folds over their faces.

It was difficult even to tell direction and they paddled very slowly in a direction that they surmised led to the south.