don't think there is any danger of striking rocks."
"Not unless the steam yacht sinks a mile or two," said Tom, with a grin.
It was decided that one person should remain on watch during the night, to report any vessel that might pass and to watch the fire under the boiler. Dick said he would stay up, and Tom told his brother to call him at two in the morning.
"And call me at four," said Sam. "I want to do my share."
The night proved to be as misty as that previously passed, and although first Dick and then Sam and Tom kept their eyes on the alert, nothing was seen or heard of any other vessel. Once Dick fancied he heard the far-away toot of a fog-horn, but the sound, whatever it was, was not repeated.
By morning it was raining. At first only a few drops came down, but then it began to pour, so that all were glad to remain under shelter. Hans and Sam prepared breakfast, while Tom looked after the engine and the fire and Dick kept watch on deck.
"It is going to be a corker," was Dick's comment, when he came in for something to eat. "The rain is so thick now you can't see a dozen yards in any direction."
"Let us hope that the rain will clear away the
