From where they stood they were afforded a wide view of the broad road which led from the town down to the landing-stage, from which the cruiser's steam pinnace and picket-boat were speeding to and fro between ship and shore. A dozen or so smart motor-cars had descended the road, conveying the guests of the captain and officers who, after their long and unrelaxing vigil in the North Sea, certainly deserved a little recreation. Then, as the twilight deepened and the stars began to shine out over the bay, it was seen that the procession of guests had at last ended. "I think, Ella, that we might, perhaps, go down to the landing-stage," said Kennedy at last--"if you are not too tired, dear." "Tired? Why, of course not," she laughed, and after he had helped her on with her coat, they both went out, passing down to the harbour by another road. For fully an hour they idled about in the darkness, watching the swift brass-funnelled pinnace which, so spick and span, and commanded by a smart lad fresh from Osborne, was making the journey regularly between ship and quay. Away in the darkness the lights on the cruiser's quarter-deck reflected into the sea, while ever and anon the high-up masthead signal-lamp winked in Morse code to the coastguard station five miles distant across the bay. While they were watching, the pinnace came in again, whereupon the smart figure of a naval officer in his topcoat appeared within the zone of light, and descended the steps, shouting in an interrogative tone: "_Oakham_?" "Ay, ay, sir!" came a cheery voice from the pinnace. "Look!" gasped Ella, clinging to her lover's arm. "Why--it's Benyon-- dressed as a naval lieutenant! He's going on board, and he's carrying that despatch-box with him!" Indeed, he had handed the heavy box to one of the men, and was at that moment stepping into the pinnace. "Off to the ship--as quick as you can!" they heard him order, while, next moment, the boat was cast loose and the propeller began to revolve. "We haven't a second to lose!" whispered Kennedy who, as soon as the pinnace was around the pier-head, called out "Boat!" In an instant half-a-dozen men, noticing that he was a naval officer, were eagerly crowding around him. "I want to follow that pinnace--quick!" he said. "Three men--and you can sail out there. The wind's just right." In a few moments a boat came alongside the steps, and into it the pair stepped, with three hardy North Sea boatmen. Quickly sail was set and, favoured by a fresh breeze, the boat slowly heeled over and began to skim across the dark waters. Already the light on the pinnace showed far away, it having nearly reached the ship. Therefore Kennedy, in his eagerness, stirred the three men to greater effort, so that by rowing and sailing by turns, they gradually grew nearer the long, dark war-vessel, while Ella sat clasping her well-beloved's hand in the darkness, and whispering excitedly with him.