needed nothing but trial and rough attrition to bring out. William Hinkley bowed at his approach, and pointed to a close footpath leading to the rocks on the opposite shore. “There, sir, we shall be more secret. There is a narrow grove above, just suited to our purpose. Will it please you to proceed thither?” “As YOU please, Mr. Hinkley,” was the reply; “I have no disposition to balk your particular desires. But the sight of this lake reminds me that I owe you my life?” “I had thought, sir, that the indignity which I put upon you, would cancel all such memories,” was the stern reply. The cheek of Stevens became crimson--his eye flashed--he felt the sarcasm--but something was due to his position, and he was cool enough to make a concession to circumstances. He answered with tolerable calmness, though not without considerable effort. “It has cancelled the OBLIGATION, sir, if not the memory! I certainly can owe you nothing for a life which you have attempted to disgrace--” “Which I have disgraced!” said the other, interrupting him. “You are right, sir. How far, however, you have shown your manhood in putting an indignity upon one whose profession implies peace, and denounces war, you are as well prepared to answer as myself.” “The cloth seems to be of precious thickness!” was the answer of Hinkley, with a smile of bitter and scornful sarcasm. “If you mean to convoy the idea that I do not feel the shame of the blow, and am not determined on avenging it, young man, you are in error. You will find that I am not less determined because I am most cool. I have come out deliberately for the purpose of meeting you. My purpose in reminding you of my profession was simply to undeceive you. It appears to me not impossible that the knowledge of it has made you somewhat bolder than you otherwise might have been.” “What mean you?” was the stern demand of Hinkley, uttered in very startling accents. “To tell you that I have not always been a non-combatant, that I am scarcely one now, and that, in the other schools, in which I have been taught, the use of the pistol was an early lesson. You have probably fancied that such was not the case, and that my profession--” “Come, sir--will you follow this path?” said Hinkley, interrupting him impatiently. “All in good time, sir, when you have heard me out,” was the cool reply. “Now, sir,” he continued, “were you to have known that it would be no hard task for me to mark any button on your vest, at any distance--that I have often notched a smaller mark, and that I am prepared to do so again, it might be that your prudence would have tempered your courage--”