The wind presently died quite away, and, lowering the sails, they got out the oars, and set to work.  Beyond trying once or twice upon the Stour, Jack had had no experience in rowing, and his clumsiness excited considerable indignation on the part of Hawtry.  The boat was heavy, and their progress, in consequence, very slow.  They calculated that they must have twenty-five miles to row, as the point at which they were captured was, Hawtry had judged by the sound of the gun, fully fifteen miles distant from it, and they had walked another ten before arriving at the brigands’ encampment.

All night they rowed, until the moon sank, this being, as they were aware, about three o’clock.  They then lay down in the boat for a nap, and when they awoke it was daylight.  They found that the wind had got up, and was blowing steadily off shore, and that they were now distant some five miles from land, the Rock of Gibraltar rising steeply from the sea some ten miles from them in a straight line.

Hawtry at once set the sail again, and the boat was soon slipping fast through the water.

“What a nuisance!” Hawtry said.  “The wind is hauling farther round, and we shall not make into the Rock this tack.  This tub of a boat makes no end of leeway.  We shall have to make right across towards the African shore, and then tack back again.”

They were, as Hawtry anticipated, fully three miles to leeward of Europa Point, as they passed the Rock.  The wind was now blowing strongly from the west.

“Upon my word,” Hawtry said, “I question whether we shall ever be able to make the Rock in this beast of a boat.  She won’t sail anywhere near the wind, and makes awful leeway.  Hurrah! there’s a big steamer coming out.  We will hail her.”

Hawtry now steered the boat till he had placed her as near as possible in the line which the steamer was pursuing, and then lowered the sail, and waited for her to come up.

When she came within a quarter of a mile the sail was again hoisted, and Hawtry so steered the boat that for a moment Jack thought he would put her under the bows of the steamer.  This, however, had the effect which Hawtry had intended, of drawing attention to them.

The steamer passed within thirty feet of them.  Hawtry lowered the sail, and standing up, shouted,—­

“Throw us a rope!”

A number of persons had been attracted to the side, and one of the officers, seeing two young midshipmen in the boat, at once threw a rope to them, while the officer on duty ordered the engines to be stopped.  In another two minutes the boat was hauled alongside.  The two lads scrambled up the rope, the boat was cast adrift, and the steamer was again ploughing her way eastward.

The boys found that they were on board the transport “Ripon,” having the Coldstream Guards on board, the first detachment of the army on its way east.