"You have done the island and England great service, Mr. Calhoun," said
the governor at last.
"It is the least I could do for the land where I have made my home, where
I have reaped more than I have sown."
"We know your merit, sir."
A sharp satirical look came into Calhoun's face and his voice rang out
with vigour. "And because you knew my merit you advised the crown to
confine me to my estate, and you would have had me shot if you could.
I am what I am because there was a juster man than yourself in Jamaica.
Through him I got away and found treasure, and I bought land and have
helped to save this island and your place. What do I owe you, your
honour? Nothing that I can see--nothing at all."
"You are a mutineer, and but that you showed your courage would have been
hung at the yard-arm, as many of your comrades in England were."
A cold smile played at Calhoun's lips. "My luck was as great as my
courage, I know. I have the luck of Enniscorthy!"
At the last words the governor winced, for it was by that touch Calhoun
had defeated him in the duel long ago. It galled him that this man whom
he detested could say such things to him with truth.
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