"All right," sang out Will, cheerfully.

Like a great, gray, woolly blanket, the fog rested on the river, and
Seamont was as effectually hid as if fifty miles away.

"Look--out!" screamed Aunt Stanshy. Something big was now looming up
directly before the bow of the boys' boat.

"Don't run that ship down," said the president.

"I wont," replied the apothecary, "if they'll get out of the way."

"Ship ahoy!" he shouted.

"Aye, aye!" came from the vessel.

"What ship is that, and how many days out?"

"The Dolphin, and one day out from--"

The remaining words were lost.

"This is the 'Magnificent,' ten minutes out from t'other side of the
river!" shouted Will.

The coaster disappeared as if smothered under the gray woolly blanket that
had settled down on every thing.

"Why don't we come to the wharf?" inquired Pip.