CHAPTER XII 

Throughout the night reigned an almost sepulchral silence, and when the morning broke, the _City of Boston_, at a scarcely reduced speed, was ploughing her way through great banks of white fog. The decks, the promenade rails, every exposed part of the steamer, were glistening with wet. Up on the bridge, three officers besides the captain stood with eyes fixed in grim concentration upon the dense curtains of mist which seemed to shut them off altogether from the outer world. Jocelyn Thew and Crawshay met in the companionway, a few minutes after breakfast. 

"I can see no object in the disuse of the hooter," Crawshay declared querulously. "Nothing at sea could be worse than a collision. We are simply taking our lives in our hands, tearing along like this at sixteen knots an hour." 

"Isn't there supposed to be a German raider out?" the other enquired. 

"I think it is exceedingly doubtful whether there is really one in the Atlantic at all. The English gunboats patrol these seas. Besides, we are armed ourselves, and she wouldn't be likely to tackle us." 

Jocelyn Thew had leaned a little forward. He was listening intently. At the same time, one of the figures upon the bridge, his hand to his ear, turned in the same direction. 

"There's some one who doesn't mind letting their whereabouts be known," he whispered, after a moment's pause. "Can't you hear a hooter?" 

Crawshay listened but shook his head. 

"Can't hear a thing," he declared laconically. "I've a cold in my head coming on, and it always affects my hearing." 
How many people were on the bridge?
Are they all equal in rank?
How many are equal?
What are they?
What is the other person?
How is he looking at something?
What is he looking at?
Are they on land?
Where are they?
What ocean are they in?
Who thinks they're going too fast?
How fast are they going?
four
Up on the bridge, three officers besides the captain
No
Up on the bridge, three officers besides the captain
three
three officers besides the captain
officers
three officers
the captain
three officers besides the captain
grim concentration
the captain stood with eyes fixed in grim concentration 
mist
 the captain stood with eyes fixed in grim concentration upon the dense curtains of mist 
No
the _City of Boston_, at a scarcely reduced speed, was ploughing her way through great banks
City of Boston
 and when the morning broke, the _City of Boston_, at a scarcely reduced speed, was ploughing her way through great banks 
Atlantic
"I think it is exceedingly doubtful whether there is really one in the Atlantic at all.
Crawshay
Crawshay declared querulously. "Nothing at sea could be worse than a collision. We are simply taking our lives in our hands, tearing along like this at sixteen knots an hour." 
sixteen knots an hour
 "Nothing at sea could be worse than a collision. We are simply taking our lives in our hands, tearing along like this at sixteen knots an hour." 