"Look you on yon ship and see the guns pointed at your town.

But harm a hair of Robert Stevens' head, and, by the God we both worship, I will blow you into eternity!" Governor Berkeley sank in his seat, trembling with rage and fear.

Must he let one go, and above all Robert Stevens, whom he hated?
The old man continued: "You have already hanged my friends Drummond and Cheeseman, and were I a man who sought revenge, I would destroy you, as I have it in my power to do." At this moment the door opened, and Hugh Price, accompanied by Giles Peram, entered.
"The scaffold is all ready to hang Robert Stevens," said Mr.Price.
"Ah! marry, it is, governor, and I trow he will make a merry sight dangling from it," put in Giles, a smile on his face.
Sir William Berkeley's face was deathly white; but he made no response.
Mr.Price, who feared his wife's son might yet escape, urged: "Governor, the scaffold is ready.

Come, give the order for the execution." Sir Albert coolly drew from his coat pocket a legal looking document and, laying it before the governor, said in a commanding tone: "Sign, sir." "What is it ?" "A pardon for Robert Stevens." "No, no, no!" cried Hugh Price, rushing forward to interfere.
"Back, devil, lest I forget humanity!" cried Sir Albert, and, seizing Hugh Price by the throat, he hurled him against the wall.

For a moment, the cavalier was stunned, then, rising, he snatched his sword from its sheath.
Sir Albert was not one whit behind in drawing his own blade, and, as steel clashed against steel, Giles Peram shouted: "Oh, Lordy! I will be killed!" and ran from the room.