“I heard of your doings last night,” Murden said, as we rattled towards the government house, causing people to stare in astonishment at the recklessness of our pace.  “You did nobly, I am told, and those blasted Jews had ought to come down liberally with their dust, in the shape of a present.”

“We were not working in the expectation of reward,” Fred began, when the lieutenant cut him short.

“I know all about that, but if those cussed Jews are disposed to give you any thing, don’t refuse to accept it, because it would gratify them too much.”

Before we had an opportunity to enter into an argument, the carriage was driven, with much parade, up to the door of a substantial, freestone house, before which a number of soldiers were keeping guard, as though there was danger of the governor being run away with by some evil-disposed persons unless there was a show of force.

We were shown through a long entry, or corridor, and ushered into a reception room, plainly furnished, and with only one engraving hanging from the walls.  It was a likeness of the queen, in coronation robes, opening parliament.

Half a dozen persons were lounging in the room, awaiting an audience; and as we were the last comers, of course all eyes were directed upon us, and we could read an expression upon their faces, as much as to say, “what in the deuse do they want with the governor?”

Murden nodded carelessly to those present, and when one, more inquisitive than his fellows, took him by the button hole, and, in a whisper, asked him who we were, I heard him say, in reply,—­“Hush! don’t pretend to look at them, or they will shoot you without mercy.  They are Americans, and carry revolvers and bowie knives by the dozen.”

The inquirer, rather a small sized man, after that hardly removed his eyes from us, and when word came from the governor that we were to be shown into his room, the little fellow looked after us as though he never expected to see such a sight again, and was determined to improve his opportunity.

We mounted a flight of stairs, broad and imposing, as became a governor’s palace, and then the servant, who had us in charge, stopped before an open door, at which was stationed a man in livery.  To the latter was given our names, and in a loud voice the fellow repeated them; at the same time he stood aside and allowed us to pass into the presence of his excellency, the lieutenant-governor.

Mr. Latrobe was standing near a window, which overlooked the street, and was conversing with Colonel Hensen, the captain of police, and a number of other gentlemen, whose faces we were not acquainted with.

Colonel Hensen advanced to meet us as we entered, and then, in due form, presented us to the governor.

“God bless me,” said his excellency, rubbing his hands as though he had caught cold the night before, and he wished to quicken the circulation of his blood, “God bless me, can it be possible?”