Upon my soul, you two should fence like a pair of veterans." "Only for a pass or two," said Iberville dryly.

"We cannot keep it up." All this while a boat was rowing swiftly from the shore of the island towards a craft carrying Nell Gwynn beneath the curious, antique figurehead.

There were two men in her, and they were talking gloatingly and low.
"See, bully, how I have the whole thing in my hands.

Ha! Received by the governor and his friends! They are all mad for the doubloons, which are not for them, my Radisson, but for you and me, and for a greater than Colonel Richard Nicholls.

Ho, ho! I know him--the man who shall lead the hunt and find the gold--the only man in all that cursed Boston whose heart I would not eat raw, so help me Judas! And his name--no.