It will be a grand story to tell over the wine cups, how we cheated a whole Genoese fleet, and carried off the Lido from under their noses.

What a tale it will be to relate to a Genoese, when we meet in some port after the war is over; it will be enough to make him dance with rage.
"Now, lads," he went on, turning to the men, "stand to your tackle.

The moment that galley gets out of sight round the point, up with the mast." Ten minutes later the masts were up, stout ropes were lashed round them and the stumps, and wedges driven in to tighten the cords to the utmost.

The rigging was of the simplest description, and before dark everything was in readiness for hoisting the sails.
"I don't think they can make us out now," the captain said.
"I don't think they could," Francis agreed; "but we had better wait another quarter of an hour.

It would be absurd to run any risk after everything has turned out so well; but the men can get into the boats and tow us out through the channel, then we can hoist the boats on board, and by that time it should be nearly dark enough." "I think there will be a breeze presently," the captain said, "and from the right direction.