He had met Gering, and the rest they knew.
Certain things did not happen.

The governor of New York did not at once engage in an expedition to the Spaniards' country.

A brave pursuit was made, but Bucklaw went uncaptured.

Iberville and Gering did not make a third attempt to fight; Perrot prevented that.

Iberville left, however, with a knowledge of three things: that he was the first Frenchman from Quebec who had been, or was likely to be, popular in New York; that Jessica Leveret had shown a tender gratitude towards him--naive, candid--which set him dreaming gaily of the future; that Gering and he, in spite of outward courtesy, were still enemies; for Gering could not forget that, in the rescue of Jessica, Iberville had done the work while he merely played the crier.
"We shall meet again, monsieur," said Iberville at last; "at least, I hope so." "I shall be glad," answered Gering mechanically.