“Way for the Governor!” cried the marshal. “Shame on you, my masters! Way for his Honor and the worshipful Council!”

The three wooden steps leading down from the door of the Governor’s house suddenly blossomed into crimson and gold, as his Honor with the attendant Councilors emerged from the hall and stood staring at the mob below.

The Governor’s honest moon face was quite pale with passion. “What a devil is this?” he cried wrathfully. “Did you never see a woman before? Where’s the marshal? I’ll imprison the last one of you for rioters!”

Upon the platform of the pillory, which stood in the centre of the market place, suddenly appeared a man of a gigantic frame, with a strong face deeply lined and a great shock of grizzled hair, —