At length the men were mustered, and a third time the trumpets sounded to the assault.  It was more successful than those preceding.  The Spaniards threw themselves boldly into the Turkish galley.  They were met by the janissaries with the same spirit as before.  Ali Pasha led them on.  Unfortunately, at this moment he was struck by a musket-ball in the head, and stretched senseless on the gangway.  His men fought worthily of their ancient renown.  But they missed the accustomed voice of their commander.  After a short, but ineffectual struggle against the fiery impetuosity of the Spaniards, they were overpowered and threw down their arms.  The decks were loaded with the bodies of the dead and the dying.  Beneath these was discovered the Turkish commander-in-chief, sorely wounded, but perhaps not mortally.  He was drawn forth by some Castilian soldiers, who, recognizing his person, would at once have despatched him.  But the wounded chief, having rallied from the first effects of his blow, had presence of mind enough to divert them from their purpose by pointing out the place below where he had deposited his money and jewels, and they hastened to profit by the disclosure before the treasure should fall into the hands of their comrades.

Ali was not so successful with another soldier, who came up soon after, brandishing his sword, and preparing to plunge it into the body of the prostrate commander.  It was in vain that the latter endeavored to turn the ruffian from his purpose.  He was a convict,—­one of those galley-slaves whom Don John had caused to be unchained from the oar, and furnished with arms.  He could not believe that any treasure would be worth so much to him as the head of the pasha.  Without further hesitation he dealt him a blow which severed it from his shoulders.  Then returning to his galley, he laid the bloody trophy before Don John.  But he had miscalculated on his recompense.  His commander gazed on it with a look of pity mingled with horror.  He may have thought of the generous conduct of Ali to his Christian captives, and have felt that he deserved a better fate.  He coldly inquired “of what use such a present could be to him,” and then ordered it to be thrown into the sea.  Far from being obeyed, it is said the head was stuck on a pike and raised aloft on board the captive galley.  At the same time the banner of the Crescent was pulled down, while that of the Cross run up in its place proclaimed the downfall of the pasha.

The sight of the sacred ensign was welcomed by the Christians with a shout of “Victory!” which rose high above the din of battle.  The tidings of the death of Ali soon passed from mouth to mouth, giving fresh heart to the confederates, but falling like a knell on the ears of the Moslems.  Their confidence was gone.  Their fire slackened.  Their efforts grew weaker and weaker.  They were too far from shore to seek an asylum there, like their comrades on the right.  They had no resource but to prolong the combat or to surrender.  Most preferred the latter.  Many vessels were carried by boarding, others sunk by the victorious Christians.  Before four hours had elapsed, the centre, like the right wing of the Moslems, might be said to be annihilated.