He turned Camme around, held him at arm’s length, and kicked him twice severely. Next day, of course, Camme sent his card, and four of us Americans went around to the studio of "This Animal of a Buldy Jones" to have a smoke-talk over it. Robinson was of the opinion to ignore the matter. "Now, we can’t do that," said Adler; "these beastly continentals would misunderstand. Can you shoot, Buldy Jones?" "Only deer." "Fence?" "Not a little bit. Oh, let’s go and punch the wadding out of him, and be done with it!" "No! No! He should be humiliated." "I tell you what—let’s guy the thing." "Get up a fake duel and make him seem ridiculous." "You’ve got the choice of weapons, Buldy Jones." "Fight him with hat-pins." "Oh, let’s go punch the wadding out of him—he makes me tired." "Horse" Wilson, who hadn’t spoken, suddenly broke in with: "Now, listen to me, you other fellows. Let me fix this thing. Buldy Jones, I must be one of your seconds." "Soit!" "I’m going to Camme, and say like this: ’This Animal of a Buldy Jones’ has the naming of weapons. He comes from a strange country, near the Mississippi, from a place called Shee-ka-go, and there it is not considered etiquette to fight either with a sword or pistol; it is too common. However, when it is necessary that balls should be exchanged in order to satisfy honour, a curious custom is resorted to. Balls are exchanged, but not from pistols. They are very terrible balls, large as an apple, and of adamantine hardness. ’This Animal of a Buldy Jones,’ even now has a collection. No American gentleman of honour travels without them. He would gladly have you come and make first choice of a ball while he will select one from among those you leave. _Sur le terrain_, you will deliver these balls simultaneously toward each other, repeating till one or the other adversary drops. Then honour can be declared satisfied." "Yes, and do you suppose that Camme will listen to such tommy rot as that?" remarked "This Animal of a Buldy Jones." "I think I’d better just punch his head." "Listen to it? Of course he’ll listen to it. You’ve no idea what curious ideas these continentals have of the American duel. You can’t propose anything so absurd in the dueling line that they won’t give it serious thought. And besides, if Camme won’t fight this way we’ll tell him that you will have a Mexican duel." "What’s that?" "Tie your left wrists together, and fight with knives in your right hand. That’ll scare the tar out of him." And it did. The seconds had a meeting at the cafe of the _Moulin Rouge_, and gave Camme’s seconds the choice of the duel Yale or the duel Mexico. Camme had no wish to tie himself to a man with a knife in his hand, and his seconds came the next day and solemnly chose a league ball—one that had been used against the Havard nine.