Men fell on to each other's necks, and embraced.

Some threw up their caps.

All were wild with joy, and pent-up excitement.
Zeno, who, in ignorance of the terrible straits to which his countrymen were reduced, was making with his fleet direct to Venice, was intercepted by one of the galleys, and at once bore up for Brondolo, and presently dropped anchor near the shore.

As he did so, a boat was lowered, and he rowed to the strand, where the Venetians crowded down to greet him.

With difficulty, he made his way through the shouting multitude to the spot, a little distance away, where the doge was awaiting him.
Zeno was of medium height, square shouldered and broad chested.