West, more thoroughly confused than ever over the situation in which he found himself, paced the brief length of the narrow stateroom, and then paused to stare moodily out of the port.

His eyes rested on the same wide expanse of water, no longer brightened by the glow of the sun.

A mass of clouds veiled the sky, while a floating bank of fog obscured the horizon, limiting the scope of his vision.

Everything appeared grey and desolate, and the restless surge of waves were crested with foam.

It was hard to judge just where the sun was, yet he had an impression the vessel had veered to the north, and was proceeding straight up the lake, already well out of sight from either shore.
He had learned little of the slightest value; merely that Natalie had been of the party leaving in the automobile the night before.