cerned in bringing that matter to an issue by a present discussion with Ravenswood. But respecting this subject, Bucklaw imposed on him, at length, a peremptory command of silence.
"I think," he said, "the Master has treated me uplike a gentleman, and I see no right he had to send me back a cavalier answer when I demanded the satisfaction of one—But he gave me my life once— and, in looking the matter over at present, I put myself but on equal terms with him —should he cross me again, I shall consider the old accompt as balanced, and his Mastership will do well to look to himself."
"That he should," re-echoed Craigengelt; "for when you are in practice, Bucklaw, I would bet a magnum you are through him before the third pass."
"Then you know nothing of the matter," said Bucklaw, "and you never saw him fence."
"And I know nothing of the matter?"
