The governor of New York was a fool when Bucklaw played his game; he would have been a greater if he had gone with Bucklaw." Here Iberville would have spoken, but Perrot waved his hand.

"De grace, a minute only.

Monsieur Gering, the brave English lieutenant, is at Hudson's Bay, and next summer he will go with the great William Phips--Tonnerre, what a name--William Phips! Like a pot of herring! He will go with him after the same old treasure.

Boston is a big place, but I hear these things." Usually a man of few words, Perrot had bursts of eloquence, and this was one of them.

But having made his speech, he settled back to his tobacco and into the orator's earned repose.
Iberville looked up from the fire and said: "Perrot, you saw her in New York.