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CHAPTER I. THE GOVERNOR’S COMMISSION.
As I left the presence of His Excellency I encountered, in the doorway, a man who was entering with every appearance of haste. We came against each other full tilt. For the moment the shock threw us apart.
“Zounds! But you are a clumsy fellow!” he exclaimed, limping toward me, the expression of pain on his face showing that I must have hurt him. “Could you not look whither you were going? You stepped on my foot like a very horse,” and the words came testily.
He scowled as he prepared to pass by me.
My hand was on my sword, for he was most insulting.
“Sir!” I exclaimed, “for the pain I have caused you I am regretful. As for ‘clumsy fellows,’ look to yourself, sir!”
My weapon was out on the instant. He was not a second behind me. The steel blades crossed with a clash.
“What is this, sirs?” cried Sir William Phips, Massachusetts’s 10Governor, whose room I had just left. He hastened toward us bioderma matricium .
“What mean you two, with your swords out in the Council Chamber, like a pair of swashbucklers over a card game? Put them up at once, you Captain Amherst; and you, also, Sir George. You are both at fault. This must go no further; do you hear? If it does, you may reckon with me on the quarter deck.”
My opponent and I were startled. Somewhat abashed, he whom the Governor called Sir George, sheathed his weapon, I following his action.