"I have welcomed this man, and he is welcome.

Is my word to be set aside by a drunken young brawler like you?
Shut your ugly mouth or, by the Saints, I will have you clapped in irons." The slave-driver obeyed; perhaps he was not sorry for an excuse to escape the quarrel.

At any rate with a scowl at Leonard he dropped back and was silent.
Harmony being thus restored, Pereira proceeded with the business of the evening.

First, however, he called Leonard to him, shook him by the hand, and bade a slave-girl bring him drink.

Then he addressed the company thus: "My lambs, my dear companions, my true and trusted friends, this is a sad moment for me, your old leader, for I stand here to bid you good-bye.