She is lying outside the farther of the Venetian galleys.

We bring from Venice some of the stores for which you sent.

We were lying off, watching the battle, until we saw that you were sore beset and in need of help, and could then no longer remain inactive.

Our captain was killed by an arrow as we ranged up alongside of the galley, and I am now in command.

This is my friend, Matteo Giustiniani, a volunteer on board the Bonito." "I remember you, Master Matteo," Pisani said, as he shook him by the hand.