An eddy of cool air followed the gust.

The jib puffed out on a sudden.
"Up with the foresail!" was the order.
It was at once set; and "The Curlew" started on in the wake of the shower.

The cloud passed across the straits diagonally to the south-west.

We could see it raining heavily on the ice-flecked water a few miles farther up; and immediately the whole surface began to steam.

We watched it with considerable anxiety.
"It will be a fog, I'm afraid," groaned Raed.
"It's sure to be," said young Hobbs.