"From that moment," he added, "martial law prevails in Samoa." De Coetlogon instantly retorted, declining martial law for British subjects, and announcing a proclamation in that sense.
Instantly, again, came that astonishing document, Knappe's rejoinder, without pause, without reflection--the pens screeching on the paper, the messengers (you would think) running from consulate to consulate: "I have had the honour to receive your Excellency's [_Hochwohlgeboren_] agreeable communication of to-day.

Since, on the ground of received instructions, martial law has been declared in Samoa, British subjects as well as others fall under its application.

I warn you therefore to abstain from such a proclamation as you announce in your letter.

It will be such a piece of business as shall make yourself answerable under martial law.
Besides, your proclamation will be disregarded." De Coetlogon of course issued his proclamation at once, Knappe retorted with another, and night closed on the first stage of this insane collision.

I hear the German consul was on this day prostrated with fever; charity at least must suppose him hardly answerable for his language.
Early on the 21st, Mr.Mansfield Gallien, a passing traveller, was seized in his berth on board the _Richmond_, and carried, half-dressed, on board a German war-ship.