The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 1 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old DominionCaruthers, William Alexander
History
The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 1 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old Dominion
Caruthers, William Alexander
Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
With a slight inclination of the head in formal salutation, each
advanced a foot and crossed his blade with that of his antagonist. The
eyes of each were instantly riveted upon his enemy, with the steady and
deadly ferocity of two wild beasts of prey. The pause continued a few
moments, as if each were striving to measure the hatred of the other; a
few rapid and skilful thrusts and parries were exchanged, and then
another interval of suspense and inactivity ensued. The next effort was
longer and more fiercely contested, and the intentions of each in this
uncomplicated warfare were more readily distinguished. Beverly was at
each successive trial becoming more and more ferocious, while his
antagonist was as evidently acting on the defensive, if not attempting
to disarm him. This now apparent intention of the latter, might be the
necessary result of his present comparative debility, of policy--aiming
to take advantage of his opponent's impetuosity, or of his promise to
Virginia. But from whatever cause it sprung, Dudley thought it a most
hazardous experiment to depend upon disarming so skilful a swordsman,
and was accordingly under the most lively apprehensions for the fate of
his friend. These were not however of long continuance, for at the next
onset, Beverly, forgetting himself for a moment, as he impetuously
flashed his weapon in deadly and rapid thrusts, cried, "Ha, Sir Bastard,
have at your coward's heart." In the next instant Bacon's sword pierced
his body--his eyes glared wildly for an instant, his sword fell from
his powerless hand, and as Bacon withdrew the weapon, Beverly uttered a
groan and fell prostrate upon the earth.
Bacon stood listlessly wiping his sword-blade upon his handkerchief, his
eyes abstractedly fixed upon the fallen youth, like one without thought
or reason, or rather so deeply buried in thought as to be almost
unconscious of the scene before him. His thoughts were upon his promise
to Virginia, to act only upon the defensive. This he had interpreted far
more literally than the fair girl herself had designed, and it was his
intention so to act throughout the struggle, had not his patience and
forbearance been overcome by the taunting exclamation of his adversary,
just preceding the last fatal onset.
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