I hate you all"-- he spat at Iberville--"and I will hang when I must, no sooner." "Not so badly said," Iberville responded.

"'Tis a pity, Radisson, you let the devil buy you." "T'sh! The devil pays good coin, and I'm not hung yet," he sullenly returned.
By this time all the prisoners save Gering, the governor, and Radisson, were secured.

Iberville ordered their disposition, and then, having set a guard, went down to deal with the governor for all the forts on the bay.

Because the firing had ceased, he knew that the fort had been captured; and, indeed, word soon came to this effect.

Iberville then gave orders that the prisoners from the fort should be brought on board next morning, to be carried on to Fort Albany, which was yet for attack.
He was ill-content that a hand-to-hand fight with Gering had been prevented.
He was now all courtesy to the governor and Gering, and, offering them their own wine, entertained them with the hardships of their travel up.