There was a murmur of delight among the sailors, pent up in their close quarters.  Francis listened a moment, and heard one of the men say: 

“What did I tell you?  Didn’t I tell you that Messer Hammond got us all out of a scrape before, when our ship was captured by the Genoese, and that I would be bound he would do the same again, if he had but the shadow of a chance.”

“You did, Pietro, and you have turned out right.  That is the sort of fellow to have for a captain.  He is not like one of those dainty young nobles, who don’t know one rope’s end from another, and who turn up their noses at the thought of dirtying their hands.  See how he looked after us through the winter.  I wish we could give a cheer for him, but that would never do.  But when we are out of this, I will give him the loudest shout I ever gave yet.

“Now then, Rinaldo, let us set to work without a moment’s delay.  There’s a chance we aren’t going to rot in the dungeons of Genoa, after all.”

Convinced that the work would be carried on in accordance with his orders, Francis withdrew his ear from the hole, and, crawling over the sacks again, made his way to the pile of arms, felt about until he found two javelins, and taking these back, passed them one after the other through the hole.

“We have done our share now,” he said to his comrades.  “Paolo and his party will find it a comparatively easy task to enlarge the hole sufficiently to pass the daggers through.”

The party returned to the other end of the hold, removed the planks, and joined their friends.  The next watch had arranged to lie down close to the planks, so that they could be aroused without waking the others.

They were soon on their feet.  Francis explained to Parucchi the progress they had made, and the orders that had been given to the sailors as to what they were to do.

“When the hole is large enough, pass these five daggers in to the crew, and then come back again.  I will guide you to the spot, and on my return will pick out half a dozen more daggers, in case we want them for further work.”

When daylight made its way into the hold, Matteo and his watch woke, and were astonished to find that all their comrades were quietly asleep, and that they had not been awakened.  Matteo could not restrain his curiosity, but woke Francis: 

“Has anything gone wrong, Francis?  It is daylight, and Parucchi’s party, as well as yours, are all asleep, while we have not been roused!”

“Everything is going on well, Matteo, and we did not wake you, because there was nothing for you to do.  We have already passed in knives and javelins to the sailors, and they are at work cutting through two planks in their bulkhead; after which we shall be able to meet in the next hold, arm ourselves, and fall upon the Genoese when the opportunity offers.”

“That is excellent indeed, Francis; but I wish you had let us do our share of the work.”