Quickly the shape resolved itself into a large four-funnelled cruiser pelting down-Channel at full speed. Unless she altered her course she would pass within a hundred yards of the boats.
"Lash a shirt to the boat-hook, lads!" ordered Ross.
A few moments of intense anxiety followed. Then a groan of disappointment rose from the men as the cruiser ported helm.
She was then a couple of miles to windward. The smoke from her funnels drifted around the boats, making it impossible for the derelict men to see what she was doing, until the evil-smelling haze dispersed, showing the cruiser less than two cables' length away and bearing down towards them.
From her after bridge a seaman was semaphoring vigorously.
"Will slow down to windward of you," read the message.
"Oars, lads!" ordered Ross.
The bowman of each boat promptly cut the painter. With renewed spirit the rowers bent to their work, and soon the boats were alongside and under the lee of H.M.S. Oxford, armoured cruiser of the County class.
By the aid of bowlines the rescued men were quickly hauled over the side. Without delay the Capella's boats were cut adrift, and the cruiser proceeded on her way.