the squadron, consisting of four galleys, sailed for cyprus; where pisani had just endeavoured, without success, to expel the genoese from famagosta. it was towards the end of august that they effected a junction with his fleet. pisani received francis with great warmth, and, in the presence of many officers, remarked that he was glad to see that the republic was, at last, appointing men for their merits, and not, as heretofore, allowing family connection and influence to be the chief passport to their favour.

for two months the fleet sailed among the islands of the levant, and along the shores of greece, istria, and dalmatia; hoping to find the genoese fleet, but altogether without success. in november, when they were on the coast of istria, winter set in with extraordinary severity, and the frost was intense. pisani wrote to his government asking permission to bring the fleet into venice until the spring. the seignory, however, refused his request, for they feared that, were it known that their fleet had come into port for the winter, the genoese would take advantage of its absence to seize upon some of the islands belonging to venice, and to induce the inhabitants of the cities of istria and dalmatia, always ready for revolt, to declare against her.

the first indications of the winter were more than verified. the cold was altogether extraordinary; and out of the nineteen galleys of pisani, only six were fit to take the sea, with their full complement of men, when the spring of 1379 began. many of the vessels had been disabled by storms. numbers of the men had died, more had been sent home invalided, and it was only by transferring the men from the other vessels to the six in the best condition, that the crews of the latter were made up to their full strength.

as soon as the terrible frost broke, pisani received a reinforcement of twelve ships from venice, these being, for the most part, built and equipped at the cost of his personal friends, polani having contributed two of the number. with the eighteen sail, pisani put to sea to prosecute a fresh search for the genoese admiral, doria, and his fleet.

the pluto was one of the six vessels which remained in good condition at the end of the winter, thanks, in no small degree, to the energy and care which francis had bestowed in looking after the welfare of the crew. in the most bitter weather, he had himself landed with the boats, to see that firewood was cut and brought off in abundance, not only for the officers' cabins, but to warm that portion of the ship inhabited by the men. knowing that polani would not grudge any sum which might be required, he obtained from his agents ample supplies of warm clothing and bedding for the men, occupying himself incessantly for their welfare, while the captain and other officers passed their time in their warm and comfortable cabins. francis induced matteo, and several of his comrades, to brave the weather as he did, and to exert themselves for the benefit of the men; and the consequence was, that while but few of the other ships retained enough men to raise their sails in case of emergency, the strength of the crew of the pluto was scarcely impaired at the termination of the winter.

the admiral, on paying a visit of inspection to the ship, was greatly struck with the contrast which the appearance of the crew afforded to that of the other galleys, and warmly complimented the commander on the condition of his men. the captain received the praise as if it was entirely due to himself, and said not a single word of the share which francis had had in bringing it about. matteo was most indignant at this injustice towards his friend, and managed that, through a relative serving in the admiral's own ship, a true report of the case should come to pisani's ears.

francis was in no way troubled at the captain's appropriation of the praise due to himself. there had not, from the time he sailed, been any cordiality between francis and the other officers. these had been selected for the position solely from family influence, and none of them were acquainted with the working of a ship.

in those days, not only in venice but in other countries, naval battles were fought by soldiers rather than sailors. nobles and knights, with their retainers, embarked on board a ship for the purpose of fighting, and of fighting only, the management of the vessel being carried on entirely by sailors under their own officers. thus, neither the commander of the force on board the galley, nor any of his officers, with the exception of francis, knew anything whatever about the management of the ship, nor were capable of giving orders to the crew. among the latter were some who had sailed with francis in his first two voyages, and these gave so excellent a report of him to the rest, that they were from the first ready to obey his orders as promptly as those of their own sub-officer.

francis concerned himself but little with the ill will that was shown him by the officers. he knew that it arose from jealousy, not only of the promotion he, a foreigner and a junior in years, had received over them, but of the fact that he had already received the thanks of the republic for the services he had rendered, and stood high in the favour of the admiral, who never lost an opportunity of showing the interest he had in him. had the hostility shown itself in any offensive degree francis would at once have resented it; but matteo, and some of those on board, who had been his comrades in the fencing rooms, had given such reports of his powers with his weapons, that even those most opposed to him thought it prudent to observe a demeanour of outward politeness towards him.

for three months the search for the genoese fleet was ineffectual. a trip had been made along the coast of apulia, and the fleet had returned to pola with a large convoy of merchant ships loaded with grain, when on the 7th of may doria appeared off the port, with twenty-five sail.

but pisani was now by no means anxious to fight. zeno was away with a portion of the fleet, and although he had received reinforcements, he numbered but twenty-one vessels, and a number of his men were laid up with sickness. the admiral, however, was not free to follow out the dictates of his own opinions. the venetians had a mischievous habit, which was afterwards adopted by the french republic, of fettering their commanders by sea and land by appointing civilian commissioners, or, as they were termed in venice, proveditors, who had power to overrule the nominal commander. when, therefore, pisani assembled a council of war, and informed them of his reasons for wishing to remain on the defensive until the return of zeno, he was overruled by the proveditors, who not only announced themselves unanimously in favour of battle, but sneered at pisani's prudence as being the result of cowardice. pisani in his indignation drew his sword, and would have attacked the proveditors on the spot, had he not been restrained by his captains.

however, the council decided upon instant battle, and pisani was forced, by the rules of the service, at once to carry their decision into effect. ascending the poop of his galley, he addressed in a loud voice the crews of the ships gathered around him.

"remember, my brethren, that those who will now face you, are the same whom you vanquished with so much glory on the roman shore. do not let the name of luciano doria terrify you. it is not the names of commanders that will decide the conflict, but venetian hearts and venetian hands. let him that loves saint mark follow me."

the men received the address with a shout, and as soon as the commanders had regained their galleys, the fleet moved out to attack the enemy. the fight was a furious one, each vessel singling out an opponent and engaging her hand to hand.

carlo bottini was killed early in the fight, and francis succeeded to the command. his galley had grappled with one of the largest of the genoese vessels, and a desperate conflict went on. sometimes the venetians gained a footing on the deck of the genoese, sometimes they were driven back, and the genoese in turn poured on board, but no decisive advantage was gained on either side after an hour's fighting. the genoese crew was numerically much stronger than that of the pluto, and although francis, with matteo and his comrades, headed their men and cheered them on, they could make no impression on the ranks of the enemy.

suddenly, the genoese threw off the grapnels that attached the two ships, and hoisting their sails, sheered off. francis looked round to see the cause of this sudden manoeuvre, and perceived for the first time that the genoese vessels were all in flight, with the venetians pressing closely upon them. sails were at once hoisted, and the pluto joined in the chase.

but the flight was a feigned one, and it was only designed to throw the venetian rank into confusion. after sailing for two miles, the genoese suddenly turned, and fell upon their pursuers as they came up in straggling order.

the result was decisive. many of the venetian ships were captured before the rest came up to take part in the battle. others were hemmed in by numerous foes. pisani, after fighting until he saw that all was lost, made the signal for the ships to withdraw from the conflict, and he himself, with six galleys, succeeded in fighting his way through the enemy's fleet, and gained a refuge in the port of parenzo.

all the rest were taken. from seven to eight hundred venetians perished in the fight, two thousand four hundred were taken prisoners, twelve commanders were killed, and five captured. the genoese losses were also severe, and doria himself was among the slain, having been killed by a spear thrust by donato zeno, commander of one of the galleys, almost at the moment of victory.

the pluto had defended herself, for a long time, against the attacks of three of the genoese galleys, and had repeatedly endeavoured to force her way out of the throng, but the genoese held her fast with their grapnels, and at last the greater part of her crew were driven down below, and francis, seeing the uselessness of further resistance, ordered the little group, who were now completely pent in by the genoese, to lower their weapons. all were more or less severely wounded, and were bleeding from sword cuts and thrusts.

"this is an evil day for venice," matteo said, as, having been deprived of their weapons, the prisoners were thrust below. "i heard the genoese say that only six of our galleys have escaped, all the rest have been taken. we were the last ship to surrender, that's a comfort anyhow."

"now, matteo, before you do anything else, let me bind up your wounds. you are bleeding in two or three places."

"and you are bleeding from something like a dozen, francisco, so you had better let me play the doctor first."

"the captain is always served last, so do as you are told, and strip off your doublet.

"now, gentlemen," he said, turning to the other officers, "let each of us do what we can to dress the wounds of others. we can expect no care from the genoese leeches, who will have their hands full, for a long time to come, with their own men. there are some among us who will soon bleed to death, unless their wounds are staunched. let us, therefore, take the most serious cases first, and so on in rotation until all have been attended to."

it was fortunate for them that in the hold, in which they were confined, there were some casks of water; for, for hours the genoese paid no attention whatever to their prisoners, and the wounded were beginning to suffer agonies of thirst, when the barrels were fortunately discovered. the head of one was knocked in, and some shallow tubs, used for serving the water to the crew, filled, and the men knelt down and drank by turns from these. many were too enfeebled by their wounds to rise, and their thirst was assuaged by dipping articles of clothing into the water, and letting the fluid from these run into their mouths.

it was not until next morning that the prisoners were ordered to come on deck. many had died during the night. others were too weak to obey the summons. the names of the rest were taken, and not a little surprise was expressed, by the genoese officers, at the extreme youth of the officer in command of the pluto.

"i was only the second in command," francis said in answer to their questions. "carlo bottini was in command of the ship, but he was killed at the commencement of the fight."

"but how is it that one so young came to be second? you must belong to some great family to have been thus pushed forward above men so much your senior.

"it was a wise choice nevertheless," the commander of one of the galleys which had been engaged with the pluto said, "for it is but justice to own that no ship was better handled, or fought, in the venetian fleet. they were engaged with us first, and for over an hour they fought us on fair terms, yielding no foot of ground, although we had far more men than they carried. i noticed this youth fighting always in the front line with the venetians, and marvelled at the strength and dexterity with which he used his weapons, and afterwards, when there were three of us around him, he fought like a boar surrounded by hounds. i am sure he is a brave youth, and well worthy the position he held, to whatsoever he owed it."

"i belong to no noble family of venice," francis said. "my name is francis hammond, and my parents are english."

"you are not a mercenary, i trust?" the genoese captain asked earnestly.

"i am not," francis replied. "i am a citizen of venice, and my name is inscribed in her books, as my comrades will vouch."

"right glad am i that it is so," the genoese said, "for pietro doria, who is now, by the death of his brother, in chief command, has ordered that every mercenary found among the prisoners shall today be slain."

"it is a brutal order," francis said fearlessly, "whosoever may have given it! a mercenary taken in fair fight has as much right to be held for ransom or fair exchange as any other prisoner; and if your admiral thus breaks the laws of war, there is not a free lance, from one end of italy to the other, but will take it up as a personal quarrel."

the genoese frowned at the boldness with which francis spoke, but at heart agreed in the sentiments he expressed; for among the genoese officers, generally, there was a feeling that this brutal execution in cold blood was an impolitic, as well as a disgraceful deed.

the officers were now placed in the fore hold of the ship, the crew being confined in the after hold. soon afterwards, they knew by the motion of the vessel that sail had been put on her.

"so we are on our way to a genoese prison, francisco," matteo said. "we had a narrow escape of it before, but this time i suppose it is our fate."

"there is certainly no hope of rescue, matteo. it is too early, as yet, to say whether there is any hope of escape. the prospect looked darker when i was in the hands of ruggiero, but i managed to get away. then i was alone and closely guarded, now we have in the ship well nigh two hundred friends; prisoners like ourselves, it is true, but still to be counted on. then, too, the genoese are no doubt so elated with their triumph, that they are hardly likely to keep a very vigilant guard over us. altogether, i should say that the chances are in our favour. were i sure that the pluto is sailing alone, i should be very confident that we might retake her, but probably the fifteen captured ships are sailing in company, and would at once come to the aid of their comrades here, directly they saw any signs of a conflict going on, and we could hardly hope to recapture the ship without making some noise over it."

"i should think not," matteo agreed.

"then again, matteo, even if we find it impossible to get at the crew, and with them to recapture the ship, some chance may occur by which you and i may manage to make our escape."

"if you say so, francisco, i at once believe it. you got us all out of the scrape down at girgenti. you got polani's daughters out of a worse scrape when they were captives on san nicolo; and got yourself out of the worst scrape of all when you escaped from the grip of ruggiero mocenigo. therefore, when you say that there is a fair chance of escape out of this business, i look upon it as almost as good as done."

"it is a long way from that, matteo," francis laughed. "still, i hope we may manage it somehow. i have the greatest horror of a genoese prison, for it is notorious that they treat their prisoners of war shamefully, and i certainly do not mean to enter one, if there is the slightest chance of avoiding it. but for today, matteo, i shall not even begin to think about it. in the first place, my head aches with the various thumps it has had; in the second, i feel weak from loss of blood; and in the third, my wounds smart most amazingly."

"so do mine," matteo agreed. "in addition, i am hungry, for the bread they gave us this morning was not fit for dogs, although i had to eat it, as it was that or nothing."

"and now, matteo, i shall try to get a few hours' sleep. i did not close my eyes last night, from the pain of my wounds, but i think i might manage to drop off now."

the motion of the vessel aided the effect of the bodily weakness that francis was feeling, and in spite of the pain of his wounds he soon went off into a sound sleep. once or twice he woke, but hearing no voices or movement, he supposed his companions were all asleep, and again went off, until a stream of light coming in from the opening of the hatchway thoroughly roused him. matteo, who was lying by his side, also woke and stretched himself, and there was a general movement among the ten young men who were their comrades in misfortune.

"here is your breakfast," a voice from above the hatchway said, and a basket containing bread and a bucket of water was lowered by ropes.

"breakfast!" matteo said. "why, it is not two hours since we breakfasted last."

"i suspect it is twenty-two, matteo. we have had a very long sleep, and i feel all the better of it. now, let us divide the liberal breakfast our captors have given us; fortunately there is just enough light coming down from those scuttles to enable us to do so fairly."

there was a general laugh, from his comrades, at the cheerful way in which francis spoke. only one of them had been an officer on the pluto. the rest were, like matteo, volunteers of good families. there was a good deal of light-hearted jesting over their meal. when it was over, francis said:

"now let us hold a council of war."

"you are better off than pisani was, anyhow," one of the young men said, "for you are not hampered with proveditors, and anything that your captaincy may suggest will, you may be sure, receive our assent."

"i am your captain no longer," francis replied. "we are all prisoners now, and equal, and each one has a free voice and a free vote."

"then i give my voice and vote at once, francisco," matteo said, "to the proposal that you remain our captain, and that we obey you, as cheerfully and willingly as we should if you were on the poop of the pluto, instead of being in the hold. in the first place, at carlo's death you became our captain by right, so long as we remain together; and in the second place you have more experience than all of us put together, and a very much better head than most of us, myself included.

"therefore, comrades, i vote that messer francisco hammond be still regarded as our captain, and obeyed as such."

there was a general chorus of assent, for the energy which francis had displayed throughout the trying winter, and the manner in which he had led the crew during the desperate fighting, had won for him the regard and the respect of them all.

"very well, then," francis said. "if you wish it so i will remain your leader, but we will nevertheless hold our council of war. the question which i shall first present to your consideration is, which is the best way to set about retaking the pluto?"

there was a burst of laughter among the young men. the matter of fact way in which francis proposed, what seemed to them an impossibility, amused them immensely.

"i am quite in earnest," francis went on, when the laughter had subsided. "if it is possibly to be done, i mean to retake the pluto, and i have very little doubt that it is possible, if we set about it in the right way. in the first place, we may take it as absolutely certain that we very considerably outnumber the genoese on board. they must have suffered in the battle almost as much as we did, and have had nearly as many killed and wounded. in the second place, if doria intends to profit by his victory, he must have retained a fair amount of fighting men on board each of his galleys, and, weakened as his force was by the losses of the action, he can spare but a comparatively small force on board each of the fifteen captured galleys. i should think it probable that there are not more than fifty men in charge of the pluto, and we number fully three times that force. the mere fact that they let down our food to us by ropes, instead of bringing it down, showed a consciousness of weakness."

"what you say is quite true," paolo parucchi, the other officer of the pluto, said; "but they are fifty well-armed men, and we are a hundred and fifty without arms, and shut down in the hold, to which must be added the fact that we are cut off from our men, and our men from us. they are, as it were, without a head to plan, while we are without arms to strike."

a murmur of approval was heard among some of the young men.

"i do not suppose that there are no difficulties in our way," francis said quietly; "or that we have only, next time the hatch is opened, to say to those above, 'gentlemen of genoa, we are more numerous than you are, and we therefore request you to change places with us immediately.' all i have asserted, so far, is that we are sufficiently strong to retake the ship, if we get the opportunity. what we have now to settle, is how that opportunity is to come about.

"to begin with, has anyone a dagger or knife which has escaped the eye of our searchers?"

no one replied.

"i was afraid that nothing had escaped the vigilance of those who appropriated our belongings. as, however, we have no weapons or tools, the next thing is to see what there is, in the hold, which can be turned to account. it is fortunate we are on board the pluto, instead of being transferred to another ship, as we already know all about her. there are some iron bolts driven in along a beam at the farther end. they have been used, i suppose, at some time or other for hanging the carcasses of animals from. let us see whether there is any chance of getting some of them out."

the iron pegs, however, were so firmly driven into the beam, that all their efforts failed to move them in the slightest.

"we will give that up for the present," francis said, "and look round for something more available."

but with the exception of the water casks, the closest search failed to find anything in the hold.

"i do not know whether the iron hoops of a cask would be of any use," matteo said.

"certainly they would be of use, if we get them off, matteo."

"there is no difficulty about that," one of the others said, examining the casks closely. "this is an empty one, and the hoops seem quite loose."

in a few minutes, four iron hoops were taken off the cask.

"after all," matteo said, "they cannot be of much use. the iron is rust eaten, and they would break in our hands before going into any one."

"they would certainly be useless as daggers, matteo, but i think that with care they will act as saws. break off a length of about a foot.

"now straighten it, and tear a piece off your doublet and wrap it round and round one end, so that you can hold it. now just try it on the edge of a beam."

"it certainly cuts," matteo announced after a trial, "but not very fast."

"so that it cuts at all, we may be very well content," francis said cheerfully. "we have got a week, at least, to work in; and if the wind is not favourable, we may have a month. let us therefore break the hoops up into pieces of the right length. we must use them carefully, for we may expect to have many breakages."

"what next, captain?"

"our object will, of course, be to cut through into the main hold, which separates us from the crew. there we shall probably find plenty of weapons. but to use our saws, we must first find a hole in the bulkhead. first of all, then, let there be a strict search made for a knothole, or any other hole through the bulkhead."

it was too dark for eyes to be of much use, but hands were run all over the bulkhead. but no hole, however small, was discovered.

"it is clear, then," francis said, "that the first thing to do is to cut out some of those iron bolts. pick out those that are nearest to the lower side of the beam, say three of them. there are twelve of us. that will give four to each bolt, and we can relieve each other every few minutes. remember, it is patience that is required, and not strength."

the work was at once begun. the young men had, by this time, fully entered into the spirit of the attempt. the quiet and businesslike way, in which their leader set about it, convinced them that he at least had a firm belief that the work was possible; and there was a hope, even if but a remote one, of avoiding the dreaded dungeons of genoa.

the work was slow, and two or three of the strips of iron were at first broken, by the too great eagerness of their holders; but when it was found that, by using them lightly, the edges gradually cut their way into the wood, the work went on regularly. the pluto had been hurriedly constructed, and any timbers that were available in the emergency were utilized. consequently much soft wood, that at other times would never have been found in the state dockyards, was put into her. the beam at which they were working was of soft timber, and a fine dust fell steadily, as the rough iron was sawed backward and forward upon it.

two cuts were made under each bolt, wide at the base and converging towards it. the saws were kept going the whole day, and although the progress was slow, it was fast enough to encourage them; and just as the light, that came through the scuttle, faded away; three of the young men hung their weight upon one of the bolts, and the wood beneath it, already almost severed, gave; and a suppressed cry of satisfaction announced that one bolt was free.

the pieces of iron were two feet long, and were intended for some other purpose, but had been driven in when, on loading the ship, some strong pegs on which to hang carcasses were required. they were driven about three inches into the beam, and could have been cut out with an ordinary saw in two or three minutes.

"try the others," francis said. "as many of you get hold of them as can put your hands on."

the effort was made, and the other two bolts were got out. they had been roughly sharpened at the end, and were fully an inch across.

"they do not make bad weapons," matteo said.

"it is not as weapons that we want them, matteo. they will be more useful to us than any weapons, except, indeed, a good axe. we shall want at least three more. therefore, i propose that we continue our work at once. we will divide into watches now. it will be twelve hours before we get our allowance of bread again, therefore that will give three hours' work, and nine hours' sleep to each. they will be just setting the first watch on deck, and, as we shall hear them changed, it will give us a good idea how the time is passing."

"i am ready to work all night, myself," matteo said. "at first i had not much faith in what we were doing; but now that we have got three of these irons out, i am ready to go on working until i drop."

"you will find, matteo, that your arms will ache, so that you cannot hold them up, before the end of the three hours. sawing like that, with your arms above your head, is most fatiguing; and even the short spells of work we have been having made my arms ache. however, each must do as much as he can in his three hours; and as we are working in the dark, we must work slowly and carefully, or we shall break our tools."

"fortunately, we can get more hoops off now if we want them," matteo said. "with these irons we can wrench them off the sound casks, if necessary."

"yes; i did not think of that, matteo. you see we are already getting a stock of tools. another thing is, with the point of the irons we have got off, we can wrench the wood out as fast as we saw it, and the saws will not work so stiffly as they did before. but we must not do that till the morning, for any sound like the breaking of wood might be heard by the watch, when everything is quiet."

although all worked their best, they made but slight progress in the dark, and each worker was forced to take frequent rests, for the fatigue of working with their arms above their heads was excessive. as soon, however, as the light began to steal down, and the movement above head told them that the crew were at work washing the decks, the points of the irons were used to wrench away the wood between the saw cuts; and the work then proceeded briskly, as they relieved each other every few minutes.

at last, to their intense satisfaction, three more irons were got out.

"if anyone had told me," one of the party said, "that a man's arms could hurt as much as mine do, from working a few hours, i should have disbelieved him."

there was a chorus of assent, for none were accustomed to hard manual labour, and the pain in their arms was excessive.

"let us have half an hour's rest, francis, before you issue your next orders. i shall want that, at least, before i feel that i have any power in my arms at all."

"we will have an hour's rest, matteo, if you like. before that time they will be sending us down our food, and after we have breakfasted we can set to work again."

"breakfast!" one of the young men groaned. "i cannot call that black bread and water breakfast. when i think of the breakfasts i have eaten, when i think of the dishes i have refused to eat, because they were not cooked to perfection, i groan over my folly in those days, and my enormous stupidity in ever volunteering to come to sea."

"i should recommend you all," francis said, "to spend the next hour in rubbing and squeezing the muscles of your neighbours' arms and shoulders. it is the best way for taking out stiffness, and giuseppi used to give me relief that way, when i was stiff with fencing."

the idea was adopted; and while the rest were at work in the manner he suggested, francis, taking one of the irons, went to the bulkhead. one by one he tried the planks, from the floor boards to the beams above.

"well, captain, what is your report?" matteo asked as he joined the rest.

"my report is a most favourable one," francis said. "by great good luck, the planks are nailed from the other side against the beams both above and below."

"what difference does that make, francisco?"

"all the difference in the world. had they been nailed on this side, there would have been nothing for it but to carry out our original plan--that is, to make holes through the planks with these irons, large enough for the saws to go through, and then to saw the wood out from hole to hole. as it is, i believe that with five minutes' work we could wrench a plank away. we have only to push the points of the irons up, between the beams and the planks, and use them as levers. the nails will be strong, indeed, if those irons, with two of us at each, would not wrench them out."

the young men all leapt to their feet, pains and aches quite forgotten in the excitement of this unexpected news, and six of them seized hold of the irons.

"gently!" francis said. "you must remember, there may be people going down there at present, getting up stores. before we venture to disturb a plank, we must make the hole sufficiently large for us to spy through. this will be a very easy affair, in comparison with making a hole large enough for a saw to go through. still, you will find it will take some time. however, we had better wait, as we agreed, till we have had our food."