it, since if he had played no advantages and had held his head still, his
proxy would have been disposed of early. He added:
“Count Luigi’s request for another exchange is another proof that he is a
brave and chivalrous gentleman, and I beg that the courtesy he asks may
be accorded him.”
“I thank you most sincerely for this generosity, Judge Driscoll,” said
Luigi, with a polite bow, and moving to his place. Then he added to
Angelo, “Now hold your grip, hold your grip, I tell you, and I’ll land
him sure!”
The men stood erect, their pistol-arms at their sides, the two seconds
stood at their official posts, the doctor stood five paces in Wilson’s
rear with his instruments and bandages in his hands. The deep stillness,
the peaceful moonlight, the motionless figures, made an impressive
picture and the impending fatal possibilities augmented this
impressiveness solemnity. Wilson’s hand began to rise–slowly–still
higher–still higher–in another moment:
“Boom!” the first stroke of midnight swung up out of the distance;
Angelo was off like a deer!
“Oh, you unspeakable traitor!” wailed his brother, as they went soaring
over the fence.
The others stood astonished and gazing; and so stood, watching that
strange spectacle until distance dissolved it and swept it from their
view. Then they rubbed their eyes like people waking out of a dream,
“Well, I’ve never seen anything like that before!” said the judge.
“Wilson, I am going to confess now, that I wasn’t quite able to believe
in that leg business, and had a suspicion that it was a put-up
convenience between those twins; and when Count Angelo fainted I thought
I saw the whole scheme–thought it was pretext No. 2, and would be
followed by others till twelve o’clock should arrive, and Luigi would get
off with all the credit of seeming to want to fight and yet not have to
fight, after all. But I was mistaken. His pluck proved it. He’s a
brave fellow and did want to fight.”
“There isn’t any doubt about that,” said Howard, and added, in a grieved
tone, “but what an unworthy sort of Christian that Angelo is–I hope and
believe there are not many like him. It is not right to engage in a duel
on the Sabbath–I could not approve of that myself; but to finish one
that has been begun–that is a duty, let the day be what it may.”
They strolled along, still wondering, still talking.
“It is a curious ,circumstance,”remarked the surgeon, halting Wilson a
moment to paste so more court-plaster on his chin, which had gone to
leaking blood again, “that in this duel neither of the parties who
handled the pistols lost blood while nearly all the persons present in
the mere capacity of guests got hit. I have not heard of such a thing
before. Don’t you think it unusual?”
“Yes,” said the Judge, “it has struck me as peculiar. Peculiar and
unfortunate. I was annoyed at it, all the time. In the case of Angelo
it made no great difference, because he was in a measure concerned,
though not officially; but it troubled me to see the seconds compromised,
and yet I knew no way to mend the matter.
“There was no way to mend it,” said Howard, whose ear was being
readjusted now by the doctor; “the code fixes our place, and it would not
have been lawful to change it. If we could have stood at your side, or
behind you, or in front of you, it–but it would not have been legitimate
and the other parties would have had a just right to complain of our
trying to protect ourselves from danger; infractions of the code are
certainly not permissible in any case whatever.”
Wilson offered no remarks. It seemed to him that there was very little
place here for so much solemnity, but he judged that if a duel where
nobody was in danger or got crippled but the seconds and the outsiders
had nothing ridiculous about it for these gentlemen, his pointing out
that feature would probably not help them to see it.
He invited them in to take a nightcap, and Howard and the judge accepted,