The _Adventurer_ seemed to be standing still, for, with nothing to judge by, progress was made known only by the slow lazy throb of the engine.

Even the water alongside was scarcely discernible.

Joe pulled the lever of the fog-horn again, and this time, beside the response from the _Follow Me_, an answering bellow came across the water.
"A steamer," muttered Steve, peering uselessly into the grey void.
"She's a good ways off, though.

Give her another pull, Joe." Again the _Adventurer_ proclaimed her position but there was no answer from the steamer.

"She doesn't seem very talkative," said Phil.