"We
must be right in the track of vessels. We'd be picked up right away if
it wasn't for this beastly fog."
Hodge was silent.
"What do you suppose has become of the others? They were right with us,
you know, when we went over!"
"I'm afraid to think about it," said Frank, with a shudder, which was
not caused by the chill of the water.
"I can't help thinking about it!"
"Nor I. But I'm hoping we were the only ones that went overboard. We
must try to believe that, Bart, until we cannot believe it any longer."
Hodge was silent.
"And as for ourselves!"
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of ourselves," said Bart. "We can hang on here a
good while, I think. I suppose we're being carried out to sea, though!"
"Not much doubt of that, I guess. But we've pulled through worse scrapes
together, Bart!"
"That's right, Merry! And we'll pull through this. Are you up high
enough on the boards? Let me help you! You can't be feeling very strong
after that blow."
Merriwell drew himself higher out of the water, and found that the heavy
board supported his weight.
"If only the fog would clear now! I hear a whistle away off there."
"Do you suppose the _Merry Seas_ was sunk?" Hodge asked.
"I sha'n't think so until I have to. I think the barge got much the
worst of it.
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