Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
"And that is—a settlement of our differences by the sword. Candidly, messieurs, you know too much for my comfort. I would gladly be rid of you. By this method I propose to silence you forever."
"What!" cried O'Rourke. "You propose a duel?"
"What else?" Monsieur le Prince motioned toward a table which, standing near one wall of the room, bore a long, black rapier case.
"Faith, I'm agreeable," announced O'Rourke. "And you, mon ami?" to Chambret.
"It will be charming," returned that gentleman with a yawn. "It grows late, and I propose to sleep in a bed to-night, at the Grand Hôtel de Lützelburg. Decidedly, let us fight, and that swiftly."
"We are agreed, then, messieurs." The prince rose, went to the case, returned with four long, keen blades. One he selected and proceeded to test, bending it well-nigh double, and permitting it to spring back, shivering—a perfect rapier.
"Good!" he expressed his satisfaction, and threw the remaining three blades upon the floor, at O'Rourke's feet.
"Obviously, the Code is impossible in this emergency," he said with an assured air. "Our method of procedure will be simple indeed, but it will bear stating. Monsieur Chambret will second you, monsieur, in the first bout, Colonel Charles performing the like office for me. In the second assault, Monsieur Bosquet, surgeon of our army, will second me, Colonel Charles acting for Monsieur Chambret."
"But," objected O'Rourke, "providing that ye do not succeed in spitting me, O princeling?"
"In that case, Charles will first dispose of you, then of Monsieur Chambret. The rules hold good, either way. In any event, two of us leave the room feet first."
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