“At that my uncle stepped in to say a word for peacemakin’, but Lancy would have none of it. ‘Take the knife and throw it on the table,’ he said to Faddo once more, and Faddo took it out and threw it down. “‘Come on, then,’ Faddo says, with a sneerin’ laugh; ‘we’ll see by daybreak who has the best o’ this night’s work,’ and he steps towards the door. “‘Wait a minute,’ says Lancy, gettin’ in front of him. ‘Now take the knife from your boot. Take it,’ he says again, ‘or aw will. That’s like a man, to go to a fist fight wi’ knives. Take it,’ he said. ‘Aw’ll gi’ ye till aw count four, and if ye doan’t take it, aw’ll take it meself. One!’ he says steady and soft. ‘Two!’ Faddo never moved. ‘Three!’ The silence made me sick, and the clock ticked like hammers. ‘Four!’ he said, and then he sprang for the boot, but Faddo’s hand went down like lightnin’ too. I couldn’t tell exactly how they clinched but once or twice I saw the light flash on the steel. Then they came down together, Faddo under, and when I looked again Faddo was lying eyes starin’ wide, and mouth all white with fear, for Lancy was holding the knife-point at his throat. ‘Stir an inch,’ says Lancy, ‘and aw’ll pin ye to the lid o’ hell.’ “Three minutes by the clock he knelt there on Faddo’s chest, the knife-point touching the bone in’s throat. Not one of us stirred, but just stood lookin’, and my own heart beat so hard it hurt me, and my uncle steadyin’ himself against the dresser. At last Lancy threw the knife away into the fire. “‘Coward!’ he said. ‘A man would ha’ taken the knife. Did you think aw was goin’ to gie my neck to the noose just to put your knife to proper use? But don’t stir till aw gie you the word, or aw’ll choke the breath o’ life out o’ ye.’ “At that Faddo sprung to clinch Lancy’s arms, but Lancy’s fingers caught him in the throat, and I thought surely Faddo was gone, for his tongue stood out a finger-length, and he was black in the face. “‘For God’s sake, Lancy,’ said my uncle, steppin’ forward, ‘let him go.’ “At that Lancy said: ‘He’s right enough. It’s not the first time aw’ve choked a coward. Throw cold water on him and gi’ ‘im brandy.’ “Sure enough, he wasn’t dead. Lancy stood there watchin’ us while we fetched Faddo back, and I tell you, that was a narrow squeak for him. When he got his senses again, and was sittin’ there lookin’ as if he’d been hung and brought back to life, Lancy says to him: ‘There, Jim Faddo, aw’ve done wi’ you as a man, and at twelve o’clock aw’ll begin wi’ you as King’s officer.’ And at that, with a good-night to my uncle and all of us, he turns on his heels and leaves the Book-in-Hand.