And catching up the child, she was retreating into the house, when her admirer interposed with an air of dignity more becoming to his age and appearance than the confusion of a detected intruder upon a girl’s pastime,-- “Nay, mistress, I need not drive you away; I am going to the Fort.” “Well, there is the governor coming down from the Fort so as to leave room for you,” retorted Prissie, and setting the child inside the door, she fled down the hill as lightly as the wind that chased her. “Good-morrow, Wright,” cried Bradford cheerily, as the two men met. “Good-morrow, Governor. May I have a word with you on business?” “Surely. Come back to the Fort, where I have just left the captain. Ah, here he is now!” And the three men were soon seated in the captain’s little den, flooded with sunshine through its eastern window. “I sail in the Little James to-day, sirs,” began Wright abruptly; “and but now, not an hour agone, Master Lyford gave me this letter, praying me to hold it secret, and carry it to its address in London, and he would give me five shilling when I returned. Now, sirs, I am not a man to be hired for five shilling to do any man’s dirty work, and I liked not Master Lyford’s look or voice as he gave me his errand, nor have I forgot the matters concerning him and John Oldhame a while ago, and so--here ’s the letter, Governor.” “Ha! ’Tis to the same address, Captain! Our well-known enemy and gainsayer among the Adventurers.” “Ay. The old proverb come true again of the dog that turns from good victual to vile,” muttered Standish grimly. “And I suppose it is to be opened like the rest? Work I do not relish, Governor.” “Nor I. But Winslow and Allerton are both away, and you must come with me to the Elder. In his presence and yours I shall open and read this letter, as is my bounden duty.” And Bradford, leaning back in his chair, looked straight into the face of the captain, who, returning the gaze with one of his keen glances, nodded assent, saying in a surly voice,-- “You are the governor. It is for you to order and me to obey, but I like it not.” “As for you, Wright, you have done well and wisely in this matter. The James sails at three of the clock; come you to my house at two, and I will return you the letter with one of mine own.” “Will Priscilla Carpenter be in the room!” wondered William Wright, as he took his leave.