"Great Scott!" exclaimed Steve.

"Is it twelve already ?" Joe nodded, glancing at the ship's clock at the end of the cabin.

"Two minutes after if our clock's right.

Say, Steve, the next time we go out in a fog we'll--um--we won't go, eh ?" "Not while I'm running this hooker," agreed Steve with intense conviction.

"Now that it's over, Joe, I don't mind telling you that I was a bit worried.