He could hardly see the black
smoke from the funnel of the steamer in the fog, for his place on the
deck did not permit him to obtain as good a view of her as could be had
from the bridge, and especially from aloft.
"Do you make out what that vessel is, Captain Passford?" asked
Lillyworth, as Christy passed near him.
"Not yet, Mr. Lillyworth," replied the captain, not caring to converse
with the conspirator.
"The fog does not seem to be very dense, and I should think the vessel
might be made out from aloft," added the second lieutenant, evidently
very anxious to know more about the sail ahead.
"Not very clearly," replied Christy, as he went forward to the engine
hatch.
He descended to the engine room, and while he was listening to the roar
of the flames in the furnaces, so different from the action of
anthracite coal, Sampson came up from the fire room.
"We shall have a sufficient head of steam in a few minutes to justify
you in going ahead, Captain Passford," said the engineer without waiting
to be questioned.
"I am glad to hear it, though we are in no special hurry at present, in
spite of our impatience to know what is before us," replied the captain.
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