When Bob reached Spilsborough, he was covered with dust, but was as spry as a grasshopper and awfully full of his news. "You _can_ drive," said Bob to his man. "I’m very much pleased with you. Stop at this hotel." He went into the Angel, and staggered blithely to the office. "Is Mr. Gordon here, or Mr. Plant, or the Marquis of Rivaulx?" he demanded. He thus discovered the marquis. He drove off to the Grand, and found Plant and Goby and De Vere and Gordon were there. They were all in bed but Plant, and Plant had gone to see the cathedral by moonlight. "All right, we’ll put up here," said Bob, "and I’ll see if I can find Plant. I say, I wonder what Baker will think of this? It beats me!" He got to the cathedral precincts just about an hour after Rivaulx and Plant had run into each other’s arms. Much had occurred since then. For Rivaulx started back from Plant and almost forgot the existence of Bramber. "You are a scoundrrrel," said Rivaulx, rolling his r’s in the most fearful manner. "You are a lunatic," replied Plant, coolly; "when did you escape?" "I have not escaped, I am here," snorted Rivaulx, "but you shall not escape. I meant to kill Lord Bramber upon this spot, but I prefer to keel you. I let him go; he is nothing. You are the scoundrrel!" "Oh, dry up!" said Plant, crossly. "You tire me, you fatigue me very much. I am exhausted by looking at you. Go home, or I will break you in three pieces and eat them!" Rivaulx foamed at the mouth. "Do you refuse to fight me, sare?" "Certainly not," said Plant. "Take your coat off and hang it on a tombstone, and I’ll leave nothing of you but a smear." "I do not fight with fists," said Rivaulx, contemptuously. "I fight with swords, with steel, with guns or pistols." Plant shook his head. "I’ve none of ’em about me, my son!" "At the hotel I have swords," cried Rivaulx, eagerly. "I brought them to kill Bramber, who punched my eye in the Rotten Row, and we rolled in bushes. But I will first fight you. Wait and I fetch the swords." He ran violently into the darkness, and Plant sat on a railing. "What am I to do? Am I to wait and fight a lunatic? Or shall I go back to the hotel? I think I’ll go back. If that raging idiot is found prancing about here with swords, they will run him in." But he did not know how fast the marquis could run and how near the hotel was. Before he had made up his mind to go, Rivaulx came back again. He flung the swords at Plant’s feet. "Take one and let us begin," he said. "I think on the whole I’ll have both," said Plant, suiting the action to the word. "Now go home, marquis, like a good little boy, and come to the Grand Hotel in the morning and tell me why you want to be hanged in England." He put both the weapons under his arm. "You will not fight?" said the marquis, gasping like a dying dolphin. "What kind of a galoot do you reckon me?" asked Plant, quite unintelligibly.