A greater contrast than the two men make--the "Little Admiral" and the "Big Admiral"--it would be difficult to find. Physically, Fisher is of the bulldog breed beloved of the public. The moment he enters a room you are conscious of his presence. "Jacky" Fisher exudes vitality; it surrounds him as a perfume surrounds a pretty woman. He carries it about with him. His figure is robust; he stands with feet wide apart and firmly planted. He is very straight up and down; his face is nearly the colour of mahogany; a large mouth, almost brutal until he smiles, when it becomes a veritable cavern of humour, and aggressive eyes that nevertheless shine and almost sparkle beneath big bushy brows; his hair is silver grey; his hands are titanic and generally hang loosely by his side, suggestive, and ready for action. Physically, the difference between the two men is the difference between a small smooth-haired terrier and one of Major Richardson's Irish police dogs. Mentally, there is not much difference, and events have proved that both possess the same instincts. One is the Dreadnought instinct; another, the faith that in action you must "hit quickly, hit hard, and keep on hitting." A third instinct might be called the instinct of Silence. They have never attempted to emulate Lord Charles Beresford or Sir Edward Carson in discharging fierce literary broadsides. Jellicoe was gazetted a Commander in 1891; after leaving the _Sans Pareil_ he was appointed to the _Victoria_, then one of our largest battleships, sister ship (though of later date) to the _Camperdown_. It was while he was her Commander that the accident happened during manoeuvres off Tripoli, on the Syrian Coast. This was his second marvellous escape from death; all the more remarkable since Jellicoe was on the sick list, confined to his cabin with a sharp attack of Malta fever. The ship went down twenty minutes after she was struck, and twenty-two officers and three hundred and fifty men were drowned. This was the most terrible disaster that has happened to the British Fleet in times of peace since the _Royal George_ foundered one night, close to shore, and disappeared beneath the waves with her entire crew, including the brave Kempenfeldt. The _Victoria_ was the flagship of Vice-Admiral Sir George Tryon, Commander of the Mediterranean Fleet. The ships left Beyrout early in the morning of June the 22nd, 1893; they steamed in line abreast to the Syrian Coast, when the order was given to change their formation into two columns, line ahead, with an interval of six cables. The starboard column was headed by the _Victoria_ under Tryon, and the port column by the _Camperdown_ under Rear-Admiral Markham. Tryon's flag-lieutenant was Lord Gillford, and it was he who received the fatal order to signal to the two divisions to turn sixteen points inwards, the leading ships first, the others of course following in succession.