Kenneth obeyed mechanically. In any case he was on the point of relaxing his grip through sheer inability on the part of his muscles to respond to his will. The sudden release of the man he had rescued resulted in Kenyon regaining a normal position, and dizzy and utterly exhausted he was hauled into safety. Someone gave him brandy. The strong spirit revived him considerably. "Where’s the fellow?" he asked. "Safe, sir," replied Jackson. "Shall I carry on?" "Yes, please," said Kenneth, faintly, and with the clang of the telegraph indicator bells and the rhythmic purr of the motors borne to his ears he became unconscious. Meanwhile Enrico Jaures, to all outward appearances a corpse, had been hauled on board. One of the crew, observing Kenneth’s plight, had descended by means of another rope, and had deftly hitched the end round the Scorp’s body, climbing back hand over hand as unconcernedly as if he had been walking upstairs in his cottage in far-off Aberdeen. "Like handling frozen mutton," commented one of the crew as they attended to the rescued Jaures. "Fine specimen, ain’t he? An’ what’s he doing with that there marline-spike, I should like to know. ’Tain’t all jonnick, if you ask me." CHAPTER X--UNDER EXAMINATION "I’m all right, I tell you. Hang it all, can’t a fellow know when he’s all right?" Thus Kenyon rather resentfully resisted all efforts on the part of the men to keep him in his bunk. He came from an indomitable stock that never readily admits defeat, and on this occasion he steadfastly refused to recognise the fact that his physical strength had been well-nigh sapped. Donning his leather coat, he made his way to the navigation-room, staggering slightly as he passed along the narrow alley-way. "Wireless message just received, sir," reported Jackson. "’From T.B.D. _Zeebrugge_ to ’Golden Hind.’ Am proceeding in search of you. Show position lights. Will tranship Sir Reginald Fosterdyke and Mr. Bramsdean as soon as possible. Make necessary arrangements.’ We’re steering N. by W. ¼ W., but we haven’t sighted the destroyer yet." "Very good," concurred Kenyon. "Carry on." He consulted the altimeter and the speed indicator. The former showed that the airship had descended to two thousand feet, and the speed was two thousand revolutions, or approximately thirty miles an hour. The "Golden Hind" had by this time retraced a good portion of her drift, and was now three or four miles from Ceuta. Ten minutes later a masthead flashing lamp was seen blinking at a distance of about six miles. The light came from the destroyer _Zeebrugge_, which, pelting along at twenty-five knots, was on the lookout for the errant airship.