The first two men who appeared above the hatchway were promptly despatched, and Iberville's sword was falling upon Gering, whom he did not recognise, when De Casson's hand diverted the blow.

It caught the shoulder of a man at Gering's side.
"'Tis Monsieur Gering!" said the priest.
"Stop! stop!" cried a voice behind these.

"I am the governor.

We surrender." There was nothing else to do: in spite of Gering's show of defiance, though death was above him if he resisted.

He was but half-way up.
"It is no use, Mr.Gering," urged the governor; "they have us like sheep in a pen." "Very well," said Gering suddenly, handing up his, sword and stepping up himself.