"Volkert?" exclaimed I, the words dying on my lips.
The auditor affirmed it and left me. I followed him to the door, inquiring whether Volkert had said any thing else.
"I don't think he has," replied he, "he departed this morning on the recruiting business, and before he left the town has told the governor, that a foreign officer, a notorious wrangler, had challenged Lieutenant C———, and that they were going to fight a duel this morning. The governor ordered a file of soldiers to arrest you, but they were too late. When Baron T——— returned to town, he was arrested along with his second. That is all that I know of the matter."
I returned to my wounded friend in a pensive mood, not knowing what to think of Volkert's strange procedings. I was inclined to look upon this step as a proof of his con-cern
