Seated at the end of the couch, with bowed down head, was another female figure.
"Maria--Giulia!" the merchant exclaimed, as, dropping his sword, he clasped his daughters in his arms.
Francis, followed by the two sailors with hatchets, advanced towards the men.
"Drop your swords and surrender," he said.

"Resistance is useless.
There are a dozen men outside." The men threw their swords down on the ground.
"Lead them outside, and bind them securely," Francis said.
For the next minute or two, few words were spoken.

The girls sobbed with delight on their father's breast, while he himself was too moved to do more than murmur words of love and thankfulness.

Francis went quietly out and spoke to the captain, who went in to the inner room, touched the sitting figure on the shoulder, and, taking her by the arm, led her outside.
"Come in, Francis," Polani called a minute later.
"My dears, it is not me you must thank for your rescue.

It is your English friend here who has again restored you to me.