The telltale flush crimsoned Donnegan's face. And if the fight had begun at that moment no power under heaven could have saved Lord Nick from the frenzy of the little man. "My size keeps me from stooping," said Donnegan, "I shall look up to you, sir, until the moment you fall." "Well hit again! You are also a wit, I see! Donnegan, I am almost sorry for the necessity of this meeting. And if it weren't for the audience--" "Say no more," said Donnegan, bowing. "I read your heart and appreciate all you intend." He had touched his stock as he bowed, and now he turned to the mirror and carefully adjusted it, for it was a little awry from the ride; but in reality he used that moment to examine his own face, and the set of his jaw and the clearness of his eye reassured him. Turning again, he surprised a glint of admiration in the glance of Lord Nick. "We are at one, sir, it appears," he said. "And there is no other way out of this disagreeable necessity?" "Unfortunately not. I have a certain position in these parts. People are apt to expect a good deal of me. And for my part I see no way out except a gunplay--no way out between the devil and the moon!" Astonishment swept suddenly across the face of the big man, for Donnegan, turning white as death, shrank toward the wall as though he had that moment received cold steel in his body. "Say that again!" said Donnegan hoarsely. "I said there was no way out," repeated Lord Nick, and though he kept his right hand in readiness, he passed his left through his red hair and stared at Donnegan with a tinge of contempt; he had seen men buckle like this at the last moment when their backs were to the wall. "Between--" repeated Donnegan. "The devil and the moon. Do you see a way yourself?" He was astonished again to see Donnegan wince as if from a blow. His lips were trembling and they writhed stiffly over his words. "Who taught you that expression?" said Donnegan. "A gentleman," said Lord Nick. "Ah?" "My father, sir!" "Oh, heaven," moaned Donnegan, catching his hands to his breast. "Oh, heaven, forgive us!" "What the devil is in you?" asked Lord Nick. The little man stood erect again and his eyes were now on fire. "You are Henry Nicholas Reardon," he said. Lord Nick set his teeth. "Now," he said, "it is certain that you must die!" But Donnegan cast out his arms and broke into a wild laughter. "Oh, you fool, you fool!" he cried. "Don't you know me? I am the cripple!" 32 The big man crossed the floor with one vast stride, and, seizing Donnegan by both shoulders, dragged him under the full light of the window; and still the crazy laughter shook Donnegan and made him helpless.