with rage, staring at the unexpected disturbers of our peace. They were the Governor, the commander, the Cape Merchant, and the watch.

“Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace!” exclaimed Master Pory, and retired to the cedar and Dr. Bohun.

“This ends here, gentlemen,” said the Governor firmly. “You are both bleeding. It is enough.”

“Out of my way, sir!” cried my lord, foaming at the mouth. He made a mad thrust over the Governor’s extended arm at me, who was ready enough to meet him. “Have at thee, thou bridegroom!” he said between his teeth.

The Governor caught him by the wrist. “Put up your sword, my lord, or, as I stand here, you shall give it into the commander’s