Part 38 (1/2)

For some hours the gale increased. The Pluto lay head to it, her mast serving as a floating anchor. As soon as the lights of the Genoese squadron disappeared in the distance, Francis hoisted a lantern on his mainmast, as a signal to the other vessels to keep near him.

As soon as day broke, the galley they had last recaptured was seen, half a mile away, while the two others could be made out some six miles to leeward. The gale died out soon after daybreak, and Francis at once set his crew to work to get the mast on board, and to s.h.i.+p it by its stump.

It was a difficult undertaking, for the vessel was rolling heavily. It was first got alongside, two ropes were pa.s.sed over it, and it was parbuckled on board. Shears were made of two spars, and the end was placed against the stump, which projected six feet above the deck. By the aid of the shears, it was hoisted erect and lashed to the stump, wedges were driven in to tighten the las.h.i.+ngs, and it was then firmly stayed; and by the afternoon it was in readiness for sail to be hoisted again.

By this time Parucchi, with the vessel he had captured, was alongside. The Lion of Saint Mark was hoisted to the mainmast of the Pluto, and three similar banners were run up by the other vessels, the crews shouting and cheering with wild enthusiasm.

Chapter 17: An Ungrateful Republic.

”It is glorious, Francis,” Matteo said, ”to think that we should have recaptured four of our s.h.i.+ps!”

”It is very good, as far as it goes,” Francis replied, ”but it might have been a great deal better. If it hadn't been for the storm, we might have picked them all up one by one. Each vessel we took, the stronger we became, and I had calculated upon our capturing the greater number. But in such a sea, I don't think we could possibly capture more than we did.”

”I should think not,” Matteo said. ”I had never dreamt of doing more than recovering the Pluto, and when you first talked about that, it seemed almost like madness. I don't think one of us had the slightest belief in the possibility of the thing, when you first proposed it.”

”I thought it was to be managed somehow,” Francis said. ”It would have been a shame, indeed, if a hundred and fifty men were to be kept prisoners for a fortnight, or three weeks, by a third of their number.”

”Well, certainly no one would have thought of making the attempt, if you had not proposed it, Francis. I believe, even if you were to propose our sailing north, and capturing Genoa, there is not a man on board but would follow you willingly, with the firm conviction that you would succeed.”

”In that case, Matteo,” Francis said, laughing, ”it is very lucky for you that I am not at all out of my mind. Signal now to Parucchi to lower his boats, and come on board with our men. We may fall in yet with another Genoese squadron, and may as well have our full complement on board, especially as Parucchi has found two hundred men already on board the vessel we captured.”

Parucchi and his men soon transferred themselves to the Pluto, and the four vessels hoisted their sails, and made for the south. They had learned, from their captives, that the squadron had already pa.s.sed through the Straits of Messina, and that it was at Messina they had stopped and taken in provision two days before. Indeed, when, late in the afternoon, the sky cleared and the sun shone out, they saw the mountains of Calabria on their left.

Learning, from the captives, that no Genoese vessels had been seen in the straits as they pa.s.sed through, Francis did not hesitate to order the course to be shaped for the straits, instead of sailing round Sicily, as he would have done had there been any chance of falling in with a hostile squadron, in pa.s.sing between the islands and the mainland.

”I should like to have seen the face of the commander of the Genoese squadron this morning,” Matteo said, ”when he discovered that four of his vessels were missing. He can hardly have supposed that they were lost, for although the wind was strong, it blew nearly dead aft, and there was nothing of a gale to endanger well-handled s.h.i.+ps. I almost wonder that he did not send back the two fully manned galleys he had with him, to search for us.”

”Perhaps he did,” Francis said; ”but he would have been a hundred miles further north by daybreak, and it would have taken him a couple of days to get back to where we were lying.”

No hostile sail was seen during the voyage back to Venice. Francis remained in command of the little squadron, for the captains, and many of the superior officers, had been transferred to the galley of the officer in command of the squadron, and Francis happened to be the only second officer on board any of the four s.h.i.+ps.

Great care was observed when they approached Venice, as, for aught they knew, Doria's squadron might be blockading the port. The Genoese fleet, however, was still cruising on the coast of Dalmatia, capturing port after port of the Venetian possessions there.

The four vessels pa.s.sed through the channel of the Lido with their colours flying. When first observed from the watchtower of Venice, they were supposed to form part of the squadron of Zeno, but as soon as they cast anchor, and the news spread that they were four of Pisani's galleys, which had been recaptured from the Genoese, the delight of the population was immense.

The s.h.i.+ps were speedily surrounded by a fleet of boats, containing relatives and friends of those taken prisoners at the battle of Polo, and the decks were crowded with persons inquiring after their friends, or embracing with delight those whom they had, an hour before, believed to be either dead or immured in the dungeons of Genoa.

One of the first to appear was Polani, who had early received the news by a swift boat from one of his s.h.i.+ps in the port, that the Pluto was one of the vessels entering the harbour.

”What miracle is this, Francis?” he asked, as he warmly embraced his young friend.

”Not a miracle at all, Messer Polani. The Genoese fancied that a guard of fifty men was amply sufficient to keep a hundred and fifty Venetians captives, and we taught them their mistake.”

”It wasn't we,” Matteo put in, as he shook hands with his kinsman. ”We had no more idea of escaping than we had of flying. The whole thing was entirely the work of Francisco here.”

”I might have been sure the Genoese would not keep you long, Francisco,” Polani said; ”and the girls and I might have spared ourselves the pain of fretting for you. But how did it all come about?”

”If you will take me to the Piazza in your gondola, I will tell you all about on the way,” Francis replied. ”For, absurd as it seems, I am the senior officer of the squadron, and must, I suppose, report to the council what has happened.”