Yesterday, out of sheer bravado, the Indian turned up at Morgan's house, and Morgan's men shot him down.

They buried the dog, and thought no more of it.

Three hours ago, Chanco the Christian went to the commander and warned him that the Paspaheghs were in a ferment, and that the warriors were painting themselves black.

The commander sent off at once to me, and I see naught better to do than to dispatch you with a dozen men to bring them to their senses.

But there 's to be no harrying nor battle.