"Your excellency," he said, "will you not let me tell Count Frontenac that you forbid Radisson your purlieus?
For, believe me, sir, there is no greater rogue unhanged, as you shall find some day to the hurt of your colony, if you shelter him." The governor rose and paced the room thoughtfully.

"He is proclaimed by Frontenac ?" he asked.
"A price is on his head.

As a Frenchman I should shoot him like a wolf where'er I saw him; and so I would now were I not Count Frontenac's ambassador and in your excellency's presence." "You speak manfully, monsieur," said the governor, not ill-pleased; "but how might you shoot him now?
Is he without there ?" At this he came to where Iberville stood, and looked out.

"Who is the fellow with him ?" he asked.
"A cut-throat scoundrel, I'll swear, though his face is so smug," said Iberville.

"What think you sir ?" turning to the councillor, who was peering between their shoulders.
"As artless yet as strange a face as I have ever seen," answered the merchant.