"What is it?" asked Jerry.

"Sandwiches and cake. I bought 'em in the little booth where we had
chocolate with Mr. Blowitz the other day. I thought we might be
hungry, so I got 'em while you were tinkering with the engine. Now,
maybe you wish I hadn't."

"Not a bit of it, Chunky," declared Jerry heartily. "You're all
right!"

"It was very thoughtful to provide for us," said Rose.

There was fresh water in a cooler, and the young people made a merry
meal. They ate everything to the last crumbs, and, as Bob said, they
could probably have gotten away with more, for the salt air gave them
good appetites.

"The fog's lifting!" exclaimed Ned suddenly. "Now we can start for
home. I can just make out the coast."

True enough, right ahead of them was a low, dark line.

"Well, if that isn't queer," remarked Bob. "I would have said the
shore was off there," and he pointed in the opposite direction.

"I guess we must have turned around when we drifted," said Jerry.
"We're quite a way from the buoy now."

Once it began to lift, the fog dispersed rapidly, and Jerry soon had