CHAPTER XXXII.

The Commodore sends a Challenge to Gamaliel, and is imposed upon by a

waggish invention of the Lieutenant, Peregrine, and Gauntlet.

This affront Trunnion could by no means digest: he advised with the

lieutenant upon the subject; and the result of their consultation was a

defiance which the old commander sent to Pickle, demanding that he would

meet him at such a place on horseback with a brace of pistols, and give

satisfaction for the slight he had put upon him. Nothing could have

afforded more pleasure to Jack than the acceptance of this challenge,

which he delivered verbally to Mr. Gamaliel, who was called out from

the club at Tunley's for that purpose. The nature of this message had an

instantaneous effect upon the constitution of the pacific Pickle, whose

bowels yearned with apprehension, and underwent such violent agitation

on the spot, that one would have thought the operation proceeded from

some severe joke of the apothecary which he had swallowed in his beer.

The messenger, despairing of a satisfactory answer, left him in this

woeful condition; and being loath to lose any opportunity of raising the

laugh against the commodore, went immediately and communicated the whole

affair to the young gentlemen, entreating them, for the love of God,

to concert some means of bringing old Hannibal into the field. The

two friends relished the proposal; and after some deliberation, it was

resolved that Hatchway should tell Trunnion his invitation was accepted

by Gamaliel, who would meet him at the place appointed, with his second,

to-morrow in the twilight, because, if either should fall, the other

would have the chance of escaping in the dark; that Godfrey should

personate old Pickle's friend, and Peregrine represent his own father;

while the lieutenant should take care in loading the pistols to keep out

the shot, so that no damage might be done in the rencounter.

These circumstances being adjusted, the lieutenant returned to his

principal with a most thundering reply from his antagonist, whose

courageous behaviour, though it could not intimidate, did not fail to

astonish the commodore, who ascribed it to the spirit of his wife,

which had inspired him. Trunnion that instant desired his counsellor to

prepare his cartridge-box, and order the quietest horse in the stable to

be kept ready saddled for the occasion; his eye seemed to lighten with

alacrity and pleasure at the prospect of smelling gunpowder once more

before his death; and when Jack advised him to make his will, in case of

accident, he rejected his counsel with disdain, saying, “What! dost thou

think that Hawser Trunnion, who has stood the fire of so many floating

batteries, runs any risk from the lousy pops of a landman? Thou shalt

see, thou shalt see, how I'll make him lower his topsails.”

Next day Peregrine and the soldier provided themselves with horses at

the public-house, from whence, at the destined hour, they rode to the

field of battle, each of them being muffed in a great coat, which, with

the dimness of the light, effectually shielded them from the knowledge

of the one-eyed commander, who, having taken horse, on pretence of

enjoying the fresh air, soon appeared with Hatchway in his rear. When

they came within sight of each other, the seconds advanced, in order to

divide the ground, and regulate the measures of the combat; when it was

determined by mutual consent, that two pistols should be discharged on

each side, and that if neither should prove decisive, recourse must

be had to the broad-swords, in order to ascertain the victory. These

articles being settled, the opponents rode forward to their respective

stations, when Peregrine, cocking his pistol, and presenting,

counterfeited his father's voice, bidding Trunnion take care of his

remaining eye.

The commodore took his advice, being unwilling to hazard his daylight,

and very deliberately opposed the patched side of his face to the muzzle

of his antagonist's piece, desiring him to do his duty without farther

jaw. The young man accordingly fired; and the distance being small,

the wad of his pistol took place with a smart stroke on the forehead of

Trunnion. Mistaking it for a ball, which he thought lodged in his brain,

spurred up his steed in a state of desperation towards his antagonist,

and holding his piece within two yards of his body, let it off, without

any regard to the laws of battle. Surprised and enraged to see it had

made no impression, he halloed, in a terrible tone, “O! d-ye, you have

your netting stuffed, I see;” and advancing, he discharged his second

pistol so near his godson's head, that had he not been defended by his

great coat, the powder must have scorched his face. Having thus thrown

away his fire, he remained at the mercy of Peregrine, who clapping the

piece he had in reserve to his head, commanded him to beg his life,

and ask pardon for his presumption. The commodore made no reply to this

imperious injunction; but, dropping his pistol, and unsheathing his

broad-sword in an instant, attacked our hero with such incredible

agility, that if he had not made shift to ward off the stroke with his

piece, the adventure, in all likelihood, would have turned out a very

tragical joke.

Peregrine finding it would be in vain for him to think of drawing his

weapon, or of standing on the defensive against this furious aggressor,

very fairly clapped spurs to his nag, and sought his safety in flight.

Trunnion pursued him with infinite eagerness; and his steed being the

better of the two, would have overtaken the fugitive to his peril, had

he not been unfortunately encountered by the boughs of a tree, that

happened to stand on his blind side, and incommoded him so much, that

he was fain to quit his sword, and lay hold on the mane in order to

maintain his seat. Perry perceiving his disaster, wheeled about, and now

finding leisure to produce his weapon, returned upon his disarmed foe,

brandishing his Ferrara, threatening to make him shorter by the head

if he would not immediately crave quarter and yield. There was nothing

farther from the intention of the old gentleman than such submission,

which he flatly refused to pay, alleging that he had already compelled

his enemy to clap on all sails, and that his own present misfortune was

owing to accident; all one as if a ship should be attacked, after she

had been obliged to heave her guns overboard in a storm.

Before Peregrine had time to answer this remonstrance, the lieutenant

interposed, and taking cognizance of the case, established a truce,

until he and the other second should discuss and decide upon the merits

of the case. They accordingly retired to a small distance; and after

having conferred a few minutes, Hatchway returned and pronounced the

commodore vanquished by the chance of war.

Never was rage more than that which took possession of old Hannibal,

when he heard the sentence: it was some time before he could utter

aught, except the reproachful expression, “You lie!” which he repeated

more than twenty times, in a sort of delirious insensibility. When he

recovered the further use of speech, he abused the arbitrators with such

bitter invectives, renouncing their sentence, and appealing to another

trial, that the confederates began to repent of having carried the joke

so far; and Peregrine, in order to appease his choler, owned himself

overcome.

This acknowledgment calmed the tumult of his wrath, though he could not

for some days forgive the lieutenant; and the two young gentlemen rode

back to Tunley's, while Hatchway, taking the commodore's horse by the

bridle, reconducted him to his mansion, growling all the way to Jack for

his unjust and unfriendly decree; though he could not help observing,

as how he had made his words good, in making his adversary to strike his

top-sails: “And yet,” said he, “before God! I think the fellow's head is

made of a wood-pack: for my shot rebounded from his face like a wad of

spun-yarn from the walls of a ship. But if so be that son of a b-- of

a tree hadn't come athwart my weather-bow, d'ye see, I'll be d--d if

I hadn't snapt his main-yard in the slings, and mayhap let out his

bulge-water into the bargain.” He seemed particularly vain of this

exploit, which dwelt upon his imagination, and was cherished as the

child of his old age; for though he could not with decency rehearse

it to the young men and his wife at supper, he gave hints of his own

manhood, even at these years, and attested Hatchway as a voucher for his

mettle; while the triumvirate, diverted by his vanity, enjoyed in secret

the success of their imposition.

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