can walk about the Minquiers?"

"No doubt; there would be sand above water."

"And what of the Dirouilles?"

"The Dirouilles bear no resemblance to the Minquiers."

"They are very dangerous."

"They are near Granville."

"I see that you St. Malo people, like us, enjoy sailing in these seas."

"Yes," replied the St. Malo man, "with the difference that we say, 'We
have the habit,' you, 'We are fond.'"

"You make good sailors."

"I am myself a cattle merchant."

"Who was that famous sailor born of St. Malo?"

"Surcouf?"

"Another?"

"Duguay-Trouin."

Here the Parisian commercial man chimed in:

"Duguay-Trouin? He was captured by the English. He was as agreeable as
he was brave. A young English lady fell in love with him. It was she who
procured him his liberty."

At this moment a voice like thunder was heard crying out:

"You are drunk, man!"

IV

CAPTAIN CLUBIN DISPLAYS ALL HIS GREAT QUALITIES

Everybody turned.

It was the captain calling to the helmsman.

Sieur Clubin's tone and manner evidenced that he was extremely angry, or
that he wished to appear so.

A well-timed burst of anger sometimes removes responsibility, and
sometimes shifts it on to other shoulders.

The captain, standing on the bridge between the two paddle-boxes, fixed
his eyes on the helmsman. He repeated, between his teeth, "Drunkard."
The unlucky Tangrouille hung his head.

The fog had made progress. It filled by this time nearly one-half of the
horizon. It seemed to advance from every quarter at the same time. There
is something in a fog of the nature of a drop of oil upon the water. It
enlarged insensibly. The light wind moved it onward slowly and silently.
By little and little it took possession of the ocean. It was coming
chiefly from the north-west, dead ahead: the ship had it before her
prow, like a line of cliff moving vast and vague. It rose from the sea
like a wall. There was an exact point where the wide waters entered the
fog, and were lost to sight.

This line of the commencement of the fog was still above half-a-league
distant. The interval was visibly growing less and less. The Durande
made way; the fog made way also. It was drawing nearer to the vessel,
while the vessel was drawing nearer to it.

Clubin gave the order to put on more steam, and to hold off the coast.

Thus for some time they skirted the edge of the fog; but still it
advanced. The vessel, meanwhile, sailed in broad sunlight.