Late in the afternoon, Francis embarked in his gondola, and in an hour and a half landed at Pelestrina.

He was well known, to those posted there, as the bearer of Pisani's orders, and as soon as it became dark, Rufino Giustiniani, who was in command, ordered a dozen men to carry the light gondola across the island to the Malamocco channel.

While this was being done, Francis went to Rufino's tent, and informed him of what was going on in Venice, and that the whole fleet would set sail on the morrow.
"We heard rumours, from the men who brought our rations, that it was to be so," Rufino said; "but we have heard the same story a dozen times.
So, now, it is really true! But what can the admiral be thinking of! Sure he can't intend to attack Doria with this newly-manned fleet and rabble army.

He could not hope for victory against such odds!" "The admiral's intentions are kept a profound secret," Francis said, "and are only known to the doge and the Council of Ten." "And to yourself," Rufino said laughing.
"The admiral is good enough to honour me with his fullest confidence," Francis said; "and in this matter, it is so important that the nature of the design should be kept wholly secret, that I cannot tell it even to you!" "You are quite right, Francisco; nor do I wish to know it, though I would wager that Maria, and her pretty sister, have some inkling of what is going on." Francis laughed.
"The signoras are good enough to treat me as a brother," he said, "and I will not affirm that they have not obtained some slight information." "I will warrant they have!" Rufino said.

"When my wife has made up her mind to get to the bottom of a matter, she will tease and coax till she succeeds.
"Ah, here is Matteo! he has been out posting the sentries for the night." The two friends had not indulged in a talk for some weeks, though they had occasionally met when Francis paid one of his flying visits to the island.
"I have just seen your boat being carried along," Matteo said, as he entered the tent.