Very slowly Steve moved the wheel to starboard. In the stillness they could hear the gear creak under the deck. No warning came from the two lookouts and, after a moment, Steve again turned gingerly. For all the watchers could tell, the _Adventurer_ never altered her course, but Steve, his gaze on the compass card, knew that she was headed now straight east. Now and then he peered questioningly forward, but his gaze was defeated by the fog. At intervals Perry sent a groaning wail from the fog-horn. Presently Steve heard the boys talking on the bow and in a moment Neil's voice hailed him: "Surf off to starboard, Steve! Not very near, though." The others listened, but there was just enough noise from the engine to drown the sound heard by the lookouts. "Tell me if it gets louder," called Steve. "Still hear it?" "Not so well," answered Phil. "I think we're going away from it." "Waves against the end of the jetty," explained Steve. "I think we're all right now." He moved the wheel over slowly, spoke by spoke. "Keep your horn going, Perry. We're entering the harbour. Watch for buoys, fellows. Take it on this side, Joe." Followed a dubious five minutes during which the only sounds that reached them from outside the boat were distant fog signals and, once, the unmistakable moo of a cow! "Gee," murmured Perry, "that's the best thing I've heard all day! That means we really are in the harbour, doesn't it?" "Might be a sea-cow," suggested Ossie, from the companion. "Ready with the bow anchor!" called Steve. Han scuttled forward into the mist. "All right, sir!" he announced in his best nautical manner. Steve disengaged the clutch. There was a moment of silence aboard the _Adventurer_. Then: "Over with it, Han," directed Steve. There was a splash, followed by the rasping of the cable through the chock and then a cheerful whistle from the crew as he made fast. "About eighteen feet, Steve, I should say," he called. "Sixteen," corrected the Captain gravely. Joe smiled. "Mean it?" he asked. Steve nodded and put a finger on the chart. "We're right here," he said. Then he covered the compass and drew down the lid of the chart box and stretched his arms luxuriously. "That's over with," he added, "and I'm glad of it! How about dinner, Ossie?" "On the fire, Cap! Ready in five minutes." "Then I'm going to get into a dry shirt. I'm soaked through. Some of you chaps pull the side curtains down on the port side. We might as well keep as dry as we can." "Looks to me as if the fog was rolling in from the starboard, though," said Han. "Yes, it's coming from the southeast, but we'll swing around in a few minutes because the tide's coming in. Wonder where the _Follow Me_ is." "Harry would probably make for harbour, too, wouldn't he?" asked Joe, following the other down to the cabin. "I wouldn't be surprised if we found them here when the fog clears."