At Sir Frederick's command, every sailor in the English fleet was given a light meal, and then each man took a cold bath. Following this, those who were not on watch, turned in for a brief rest. And to show the hardihood and bravery of the British tar, there was not a man who showed signs of nervousness or fear.
There was a signal from the Canopus—a signal by flags, for the British did not wish to betray their presence by the use of the wireless, which could be as easily picked up by the enemy.
"Enemy approaching," read the signal.
Admiral Sturdee signaled back.
"Engage him when he has approached so close that he believes you are unable to get away."
The commander of the Canopus signified his understanding of this command, and continued steaming to and fro, ostensibly guarding the harbor.
At last the first gray form of a German cruiser came within sight of those on the Sylph. It was steaming slowly forward, apparently in no hurry and secure in its belief that there was no enemy near to be feared.
The Sylph had been stripped for action with the rest of the British fleet, for Lord Hastings had no mind to keep out of the battle.
"We've come a long ways to see an engagement," he told the lads, "and I think we are entitled to a hand in the affair."
"Hurrah!" shouted Frank.