"Enough to kill a team of horses!" said Tom Seddon. "This is not laudanum," said the doctor, with a look of intense disgust at his patient. "What is it?" asked Wiggins. "Brandy," said the doctor. "Just as I said," exclaimed the landlord. "I can tell a drunken man from a dead man any day." The diagnosis of the landlord was correct. The wily apothecary had given the despairing swain a bottle of brandy, and instead of romantically dying for love, he had become stupidly drunk. CHAPTER XIII. In the morning Botts, who had been so rudely accosted and so roughly handled by the landlord in the apartment of the unfortunate Long Green Boy, was in close and earnest consultation with Wiggins. The question for solution was whether the landlord was a gentleman, and as such amenable for the insult offered to Botts by his language and the assault on his person. The Thirty-nine Articles of the Code of Honor were carefully consulted, and the question was finally determined in the affirmative. The social status of the offender being settled, Wiggins undertook to carry a cartel from Botts to Boniface. Wiggins found the landlord in his office making out bills and handed him Botts's invitation to the field of honor. "What's this?" asked the landlord. "It is a note from Mr. Botts," said Wiggins. "Be so good as to read it and then refer me to your friend, so that there may be arrangements made for a speedy meeting." The landlord looked over the paper and then picked up a big cudgel, which leaned against the wall, and advanced towards Wiggins, who began to retreat. "Oh, you need not run," said Boniface,--"I am not going to thrash you. But where is Botts?" "In his room," said Wiggins. "I'll break every bone in his body!" said the landlord. "What?" said Wiggins. "I'll pound his worthless carcass to a jelly!" And he started toward the door. "Hold!" cried Wiggins. "Are you not a gentleman? If not, in behalf of my principal I now withdraw the challenge." "Who is your principal?" exclaimed the landlord. "A man who comes into my house to turn it upside down! Gets into a muss with a monkey as soon as he arrives! Pretends he wants to fight Captain Bragg and then hides himself like a white-livered poltroon in the bottom of a well! Amuses himself by running and racing among the ladies like a naked Caliban and frightening my female boarders out of their wits! I'll give him satisfaction,--the ugly brute!" The landlord began to ascend the stairway, breathing vengeance against Botts. Wiggins caught him by the tail of his coat and called out, "Hold! hold! I command the peace!" "Are you a magistrate?" said the landlord. "No; but I am a good citizen, and in the name of the law I command the peace!" "Let me go!" said the landlord, flourishing his cudgel. "Let me go! If you tear my coat-tail off, I will----"