He told how he was sent over to the Ariadne with Captain Ivy to read the admiral's letter to the seamen, and then, by consent of the admiral, to leave again with Michael Clones for Jamaica, where he was set ashore with twenty pounds in his pocket--and not on parole, by the admiral's command.

Here the letter shall again take up the story, and be a narrative of Dyck Calhoun's life from that time until this Christmas Day.
What to do was the question.

I knew no one in Jamaica--no one at all except the governor, Lord Mallow, and him I had fought with swords in Phoenix Park five years before.

I had not known he was governor here.

I came to know it when I first saw him riding over the unpaved street into Kingston from Spanish Town with his suite, ornate with his governorship.