"There will be sport, and I ask but that you give me every chance you can." "Look then, monsieur," replied the smileless man, "I'll run your ship for all she holds from here to hell, if you twist your finger.

She's as good a craft as ever I spoke, and I'll swear her for any weather.

The fighting and the gold as you and the devil agree!" Iberville wished nothing better--a captain concerned only with his own duties.

Berigord gathered the crew and the divers on deck, and in half a dozen words told them the object of the expedition, and was followed by Iberville.

Some of the men had been with him to Hudson's Bay, and they wished nothing better than fighting the English, and all were keen with the lust of gold even though it were for another.