These were taken completely by surprise.  Absorbed in the struggle in which they were engaged, they had noticed neither the approach of the Bonito, nor the struggle on board their own galley, and supposed that another of the Venetian warships had come up to the assistance of their admiral.

Taken then by surprise, and finding themselves thus between two bands of foes, they fought irresolutely, and the crew of the Bonito, with their heavy axes, cut down numbers of them, and fighting their way through the mass, joined the diminished force of Pisani.

The admiral shouted the battle cry of “Saint Mark!” His followers, who had begun to give way to despair, rallied at the arrival of this unlooked-for reinforcement, and the whole fell upon the Genoese with fury.  The latter fought stoutly and steadily now, animated by the voice and example of Fieschi himself; but their assurance of victory was gone, and they were gradually beaten back to the deck of their admiral’s ship.  Here they made desperate efforts to cut the lashings and free the vessel; but the yards had got interlocked and the rigging entangled, and the Venetians sprang on to the deck of the ship, and renewed the conflict there.

For some time the struggle was doubtful.  The Genoese had still the advantage in numbers, but they were disheartened at the success, which they had deemed certain, having been so suddenly and unexpectedly snatched from their grasp.

The presence of Pisani, in itself, doubled the strength of the Venetians.  He was the most popular of their commanders, and each strove to imitate the example which he set them.

After ten minutes’ hard fighting, the result was no longer doubtful.  Many of the Genoese ran below.  Others threw down their arms, and their admiral, at last, seeing further resistance was hopeless, lowered his sword and surrendered.

No sooner had resistance ceased than Pisani turned to Francis, who had been fighting by his side: 

“I thank you, in the name of myself and the republic,” he said.  “Where you have sprung from, or how you came here, I know not.  You seemed to me to have fallen from heaven to our assistance, just at the moment when all was lost.  Who are you?  I seem to know your face, though I cannot recall where I have seen it.”

“I am Francis Hammond, Messer Pisani.  I had the honour of seeing you at the house of my patron, Signor Polani, and you were good enough to offer to take me with you to sea.”

“Oh, I remember now!” Pisani said.  “But how came you here?”

“I came in the Bonito, one of Polani’s ships.  She is lying outside the farther of the Venetian galleys.  We bring from Venice some of the stores for which you sent.  We were lying off, watching the battle, until we saw that you were sore beset and in need of help, and could then no longer remain inactive.  Our captain was killed by an arrow as we ranged up alongside of the galley, and I am now in command.  This is my friend, Matteo Giustiniani, a volunteer on board the Bonito.”