She stood between them, looking from one to the other.

At that moment Morris burst in also.

"In God's name," he said, "is this your honouring of the king's governor! Ye that have eat and drunk at his table the night! Have ye nae sense o' your manhood, young gentlemen, that for a mad gossip ower the wine ye wend into the dark to cut each other's throats?
Think--think shame, baith o' ye, being as ye are of them that should know better." Gering moodily put on his coat and held his peace.

Iberville tossed his sword aside, and presently wrung the blood from his white sleeve.

The girl saw him, and knew that he was wounded.