Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Irish -- England -- Fiction
"I haven't heard what you call him," said the Colonel, "but his
sword-play is regular firelight on the wall. However," he added
hopefully, "we may find some way to keep him from killing you. I have
seen some of the greatest swordsmen lose by chance to a novice. It is
something like cards. And yet you are not an ignorant player. That, I,
Clarence Royale, know full well. Let us try to beat him."
I remembered Forister's parting sentence. Could it be true that a man
I had kicked with such enthusiasm and success was now about to take
revenge by killing me? I was really disturbed. I was a very brave
youth, but I had the most advanced ideas about being killed. On
occasion of great danger I could easily and tranquilly develop a
philosophy of avoidance and retirement. I had no antiquated notions
about going out and getting myself killed through sheer bull-headed
scorn of the other fellow's hurting me. My father had taught me this
discretion. As a soldier he claimed that he had run away from nine
battles, and he would have run away from more, he said, only that all
the others had turned out to be victories for his side. He was
admittedly a brave man, but, more than this, he had a great deal of
sense. I was the child of my father. It did not seem to me profitable
to be killed for the sake of a sentiment which seemed weak and
dispensable. This little villain! Should I allow him to gratify a
furious revenge because I was afraid to take to my heels? I resolved
to have the courage of my emotions. I would run away.
But of all this I said nothing. It passed through my mind like light
and left me still smiling gayly at Colonel Royale's observations upon
the situation.
"Wounds in the body from Forister," quoth he academically, "are almost
certain to be fatal, for his wrist has a magnificent twist which
reminds one of a top. I do not know where he learned this wrist
movement, but almost invariably it leads him to kill his man. Last
year I saw him--I digress. I must look to it that O'Ruddy has quiet,
rest, and peace of mind until the morning."
Yes; I would have great peace of mind until the morning! I saw that
clearly.
"Well," said I, "at any rate we will know more to-morrow. A good day
to you, Lord Strepp, and I hope your principal has no more harm come
to him than I care to have come to me, which is precious little, and
in which case the two of us will be little hurted."
"Good-bye, O'Ruddy," said the young man.
In the corridor the Colonel slapped my shoulder in a sudden exuberant
outburst.
"O'Ruddy," he cried, "the chance of your life! Probably the best-known
swordsman in all England! 'Pon my word, if you should even graze him,
it would almost make you a peer. If you truly pinked him, you could
marry a duchess. My eye, what an opportunity for a young and ambitious
man."
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