But that was not all; a voucher was then and there made out that, after hostilities had ceased, number 7788 should be returned to the owner, Andrea Minetti.
The great official affixed his own signature and, after handing the paper to the lad, escorted him to the door and opened it for him.
Though Andrea's heart was well-nigh bursting with grief, the parting words brought a thrill to his whole being:
"It is such sacrifices that will win the war for Italy and, believe me, this act of yours will not be forgotten!"
CHAPTER XIV
EVVIVA VENEZIA! EVVIVA ITALIA! [Footnote: Long live Venice! Long live
Italy!]
Still nearer drew the hated Austrians: the roar of cannon could be heard distinctly now, an air raid was no longer a novelty, and many a home and public building showed ravages wrought by bursting bombs.
The hospitals were crowded with maimed, among whom was Pietro who had been gassed and wounded at the front, and was now slowly convalescing in Venice.
The Piazza echoed the tread of marching feet, by day and by night, and the battle hymn heard on every side:
"To arms!
Haste! Haste! ye martial youth!
On every wind our banners fly,
Rise all with arms, all with fire!"