'Twas a strong enough force to repel a drunken posse from the plantations, and I had a fancy that it would be needed in the coming weeks.
Two days later, going down the street of James Town, I met one of the English skippers, a redfaced, bottle-nosed old ruffian called Bullivant.

He was full of apple-jack, and strutted across the way to accost me.
"What's this I hear, Sawney ?" he cried.

"You're setting up as a pedlar, and trying to cut in on our trade.

Od twist me, but we'll put an end to that, my bully-boy.

D'you think the King, God bless him, made the laws for a red-haired, flea-bitten Sawney to diddle true-born Englishmen?
What'll the King's Bench say to that, think ye ?" He was very abusive, but very uncertain on his legs.