will be graciously pleased to command us as usual through the said Company — and so on. Of course, not a soul in the Council, or in Jamestown, or in Virginia dreams of a duel behind the church at sunrise to-morrow.” He knocked the ashes from his pipe, and by degrees got his fat body up from the doorstep. “So there’s a reprieve for you, Ralph Percy, unless you kill or are killed to-morrow morning. In the latter case, the problem’s solved; in the former, the best service you can do yourself, and maybe the Company, is to walk out of the world of your own accord, and that as quickly as possible. Better a cross-roads and a stake through a dead heart than a hangman’s hands upon a live one.”

“One moment,” I said. “Doth my Lord Carnal know of this decision of the Governor’s?”