When Pera was swept by fire but one thing in the burned portion remained
practically unchanged. It was an old cemetery. It is there to-day, in
the midst of the city of modern buildings, and this cemetery was the
spot chosen by Aziz Achmet for the duel.
To this old graveyard in the dusky light of morning came three persons.
One was an old man, haggard and pallid; the others were boys. The boys
each carried a basket carefully covered by a cloth.
Professor Gunn had scarcely closed his eyes in sleep that night. He
tried to sleep, but his "medicine" ran out, and without its soothing
influence he wooed slumber in vain. During the greater part of the night
he had walked the floor of his room or sat writing at a little table.
Beneath the dismal cypress trees which filled the cemetery it was still
quite dark.
"Boys," whispered the professor, as they paused on the point of
entering, "can you see anything of them?"
"Can't see much of anything," answered Dick, "only what looks like a lot
of drunken ghosts."
In truth the graveyard seemed filled with reeling, ghostly forms, but,
on closer inspection, these were found to be tombstones. The human
appearance of these lurching stones was explained on closer examination,
for it is the custom of the Turks to carve the stone above the grave of
every man so that its top is crowned either with a turban or a fez. Seen
in a dim light, the tilted stones looked remarkably like staggering
human forms, robed in white.
"Boo!" muttered Buckhart, shrugging his broad shoulders. "This sure is a
spooky old place."
Both boys heard a sudden sound like rattling dice. They discovered it
came from the professor, whose teeth were chattering loudly.
"Keep a stiff backbone, professor," advised Dick. "It will all be over
in a short time."
"Ye-yes," faltered Zenas, "it will all bub-bub-be over fuf-fuf-for me.
Richard, I fuf-fuf-feel that I am gug-gug-going to fuf-fuf-fall."
"Nonsense! Why, you were bold as a lion last night when Achmet called."
"Bub-bub-but that was lul-lul-last nun-nun-night," chattered the shaking
old fellow. "Besides, I had tut-tut-taken some tut-tut-tonic. I wush I
ha-ha-had sus-sus-some nun-nun-now."
"It sure is a shame you ran out of tonic," said Brad. "But you won't be
any good whatever unless you get a brace on. You've got to fight Fitts
now."
"Yes, you'll have to give him fits," said Dick, making a poor pun. "You
can't back out without being branded as a coward, after which you'd
never again dare look at your own reflection in a mirror."
"I know it," sighed Zenas; "but I was a fool to be so bub-brave last
night! That woman is responsible for it all! If I dud-dud-die, my blood
will be on her head!"
"But you're not going to fall," declared Buckhart.
They finally succeeded in leading him into the gloom of the cemetery,
and he seemed greatly relieved when they ascertained beyond doubt that
Major Fitts and his second had not arrived.
"Perhaps they won't come at all," said the old pedagogue eagerly.
"Perhaps not," agreed Dick; "but I wouldn't count on that, for I believe
Achmet will bring the major."
But the professor was hopeful as well as anxious. He watched the gray
light of morning sifting through the cypress branches and bringing out
the ghostly tombstones with more and more distinctness. Then he began to
fear.
"I--I think there is no doubt about it," he said, at last. "He is not
coming, boys. He's a bluffer. He tried to bluff me, but he failed."
Having arrived at this conclusion, he rapidly grew indignant.
"This thing is outrageous!" he blustered--"outrageous, I say! Why, the
craven little whipper-snapper! Just think of it, he hasn't the courage
to come here like a man and meet me in mortal combat! He is a
coward--that's what he is, a coward! A fire eater, indeed! Bah! The next
time I meet him, I shall tweak his nose! Yes, sir, tweak it!"
In the dim, gray light Dick and Brad exchanged glances. Neither laughed,
but both felt like it.
"I'm tired of waiting," declared Zenas. "The time is past. He isn't
coming, and we may as well return to the hotel."
"I think we had better wait a little longer," urged Dick.
"But what's the use. It's morning now, and that craven from Mississippi
is not on hand. I'll warrant he is hiding beneath his bed this very
minute."
"I opine you're mistaken, professor," said Brad dryly. "If I ain't a
heap mistaken, here he comes now."
"Where?" gasped Zenas.
"There," said the Texan, motioning toward three dim figures which were
entering the cemetery and approaching. "I reckon it's Major Fitts,
accompanied by two friends."
"Oh, Lordy!" groaned the professor, growing limp and leaning on Dick's
shoulder, all the bluster taken out of him in a second.
Once more Merriwell urged the old pedagogue to brace up.
"Don't let him see you're afraid," he urged. "Do stiffen up, professor!"
"Richard," groaned Zenas, "I had a premonition that my time had come.
Here, Richard, take these papers. One is my last will and testament. The
other is a fond adieu to my wife. Poor Nancy! how I pity her! She'll
never see me again! Tell her how I perished, Richard. Perhaps some
time--when I'm gone--you may think--of me. It is a fearful thing--to
perish--in a foreign land--far from--the loved ones--at home."
The old man choked and could speak no more.
The three persons were now quite near, and by the dim light the boys
could recognize the short figure of Major Fitts. Aziz Achmet had the
major by the arm and seemed talking to him earnestly in low tones. The
third man carried a small hand case, and seemed like a surgeon.
Fitts and the surgeon stopped a short distance away, while Achmet
advanced swiftly, with his usual soft step.
"I see you are here, gentlemen," he said.
"We are," returned Dick; "but we began to think you were not coming.
Professor Gunn is anxious to have this affair over in order that he may
take a bath before breakfast."
"A bath!" said the Turk. "Before breakfast?"
"Yes; he always has his morning shower or sponge."
"But he may not need one this morning."
"I reckon he will," muttered Buckhart, to himself. "If Fitts' aim is any
good, the professor sure will need one a heap."
"Major Fitts," said Achmet, "is inclined to be magnanimous."
"Indeed?" said Dick questioningly.
"Yes; he wishes me to say that he has no real desire to slay one of his
own countrymen."
"Kind of him!"
"And, therefore, if Professor Gunn will apologize, he will overlook the
insult and spare him."
"I--I think I had better do it, Richard!" whispered Zenas.
"Mr. Achmet," said Dick stiffly, "you will kindly inform Major Fitts
that he has quite misunderstood the situation. Tell him that unless he
immediately apologizes in the most humble manner Professor Gunn insists
that the affair be carried through to the bitter end."
"To the bitter end!" put in Buckhart. "That's the stuff!"
The Turk bowed.
"Then there is nothing else to be done but to arrange the preliminaries.
I will speak to the major a moment."
As soon as Achmet's back was turned the professor seized Dick and almost
sobbed in his ear:
"Richard, Richard, why did you do it? My blood will be on your head!"
"Hush!" returned Dick. "Don't you see the major is frightened worse than
you are? Achmet has dragged him here, and he's ready to take to his
heels and run for his life."
"Wh-what?" gasped Zenas, straightening up as if electrified. "Are you
sure?"
"No question about it. Achmet is having a difficult time to hold him
now."
It was a fact that Mowbry Fitts was very much disturbed. He protested
that there might be a mutual understanding through which the affair
could be dropped. All the way to the cemetery he had hoped that the
professor would not be there and would fail to appear. He now declared
that Achmet was responsible for the whole wretched affair.
"It is a shame that two highly intelligent men, two eminently
respectable citizens of a great and glorious country, should meet here,
suh, in this wretched old cemetery, suh, and slaughter each other in
cold blood," he said.
Achmet shrugged his shoulders.
"I am quite surprised in you," he declared. "I thought you a brave man.
The other American is waiting and anxious. If you show the white feather
now, you will be branded the rest of your life as a coward."
At last the major seemed to brace up. He announced that he was ready for
the worst.
By this time it had grown quite light outside, although there were still
deep shadows in the cemetery.
Again Achmet turned to the professor and the boys.
"We are ready," he said. "Where are the weapons?"
The surgeon was kneeling on the ground, having opened his case. He was
laying out his instruments on a white cloth.
"If you are ready, we are," said Dick. "The weapons are in these
baskets. You may select either basket you choose. Let the major remove
his coat in order that his arms may be free and unhampered. Professor,
strip."
Smothering a groan, Zenas permitted Brad to assist him in removing his
coat. Major Fitts also took his coat off.
Achmet hesitated when invited to choose one of the baskets. He feared a
trick and inquired if the weapons in one basket were identical with
those in the other. Dick assured him that there was not the slightest
difference.
"I selected them myself with the greatest care," asserted the boy. "They
are good and strong."
"And rank," muttered Buckhart softly.
"Let the major and the professor stand ten paces apart," said Dick. "At
that distance, they should be able to hit each other once in three
shots, at least. Let them begin firing at the word and continue until
one or the other falls, cries enough, or the ammunition is exhausted.
Brad, pace the distance."
Buckhart did so promptly, but his paces were very short. He made a mark
with his heel for Zenas and another to indicate the position of the
major.
In the meantime Achmet had selected one of the baskets and carried it to
the point where his principal was to stand. Dick placed the other near
the spot marked for the professor. Neither of the duelists knew the sort
of weapons decided on, and both watched with great anxiety the
uncovering of the baskets.
Taking note of Achmet's movements, Dick removed the cloth from the
professor's basket at the same moment that the Turk lifted the covering
of the other basket.
Both baskets were filled with eggs!
"Eggs?" gasped Fitts.
"Eggs?" breathed Gunn.
"Eggs-actly," chuckled Brad Buckhart.
"Why, I--I don't understand!" faltered the professor.
"What does this mean, gentlemen?" demanded the major. "Will yo' kindly
explain it?"
"Having the choice of weapons," said Dick, "I decided on eggs, good and
rank. Here they are. Only fools fight duels over trivial things with
deadly weapons. With these eggs you cannot kill each other, but you can
soak each other to your hearts' content and thus satisfy your wounded
honor."
"But, suh, I never heard of such a thing, suh!" exploded Fitts. "It is
ridiculous!"
"All right," returned Dick. "If you object, I have brought these."
He produced two huge pistols.
"One," continued Dick, "is loaded. The other is not. You shall toss for
choice. Then you shall stand at arm's length, place the pistols against
each other's breast, and pull the triggers at the word. A moment later
one of you will be a dead man, while the other will be unharmed. Does
that suit you better, major?"
"It's unusual--decidedly unusual, suh! No, suh, it does not suit me at
all, suh! I prefer the eggs."
"Good!" whispered Zenas. "So do I!"
"Then take your positions, gentlemen," ordered Dick.
Aziz Achmet threw up his hands, shaking his head in a baffled manner.
"Oh, these Americans, these Americans!" he muttered, retreating. "I had
hoped they might destroy each other, which would save me further trouble
with them. Now they are going to fight a duel with rotten eggs! Pah!"
The surgeon hastily threw his instruments into the case, which he closed
and picked up, also retreating to get out of probable danger of being
hit by one of those eggs.
The professor and the major got ready for action. Each picked up as many
eggs as he could hold in his left hand and took one in his right.
"Are you ready, gentlemen?" asked Dick, also backing off a little, an
example followed by Brad.
"Ready!" answered both.
"Then--fire!"
Whizz! Spat!
The major missed, but the professor's aim was accurate, and he struck
Fitts fairly in the centre of his white shirt bosom. The man from
Mississippi staggered and clapped his hand to his nose.
"Oh, whew! Oh, murder!" he gasped. "That was not an egg! If it was it
was laid two thousand years ago!"
Whizz!--another one flew past the major's ear. This aroused him, and he
got into action once more. Eggs flew through the air with increasing
rapidity. While stooping to get a fresh supply of ammunition from his
basket, Zenas was struck fairly on top of his bald head. The yellow mass
spattered in all directions.
A strong odor filled the air, reaching the nostrils of both Dick and
Brad, who were laughing heartily.
"Great horn spoon!" gurgled the Texan. "For a duel this sure beats! Look
at 'em, pard! The professor got it in the neck that time! There--he hit
the major! They'll be sights in a minute!"
Dick was laughing in his old, rollicking way.
"Oh, ha, ha, ha! Go it, professor! Soak him! That's the way! Ha, ha,
ha!"
Never had that grim and gloomy cemetery resounded with such shouts of
merriment.
"Oh, I'll fix him!" cried Zenas. "I'll teach him a lesson! I'll teach
him to challenge me! I'll---- Murder! I'm blinded!"
In truth he had been struck fairly between the eyes, and the mass that
spattered over his face completely blinded him.
"Teach me, will yo', suh?" triumphantly shouted the major. "Oh, I don't
know!"
Dick was gasping for breath.
"Brad, it's t-too much!" he laughed, holding onto his sides. "Ha, ha,
ha! It's too much!"
Professor Gunn wiped his sleeve across his eyes. Then he tried the other
sleeve and succeeded in clearing them.
"Have yo' got enough, suh?" demanded the major. "Cry quits, suh, if yo'
have."
"Never--never while I live!" grated Zenas.
"Then I'll have to finish yo', suh. I offered yo'----"
He said no more, for at that instant an egg thrown with all the force
Zenas Gunn could command struck him full and fair in the mouth.
The little man went down as if shot.
"Whee!" shrilled the professor. "Got him then!"
Fitts kicked and floundered and then rolled over on his stomach, lifting
himself to his hands and knees. The sounds he emitted were trying on
those who heard him.
At this juncture two ladies suddenly appeared on the scene, having
approached during the excitement without being observed. They were Sarah
Ann Ketchum and an Englishwoman whom she had found in the hotel and
induced to accompany her to the scene of the duel.
Major Fitts had written her a passionate note of farewell, telling her
about the duel, where it was to be fought and when. This he had
intrusted to a servant to be delivered that morning. The servant had not
waited for Miss Ketchum to rise, but had rapped at her door until she
got up and received the message. When she comprehended its contents she
lost not a moment in dressing and getting the other woman to accompany
her to the scene of the "deadly" meeting.
When she saw Major Fitts on his hands and knees, giving utterance to
those distressing and terrible sounds, she shrieked and ran forward.
"Oh, heavens!" she cried. "He is slain! He is wounded unto death! He is
dying! Hear him gurgle, and groan, and gasp for breath! It is a horrible
tragedy!"
"Great horn spoon!" exclaimed Buckhart. "Sarah Ann is on deck, pard."
"She has arrived too late to prevent the fearful deed," said Dick.
The lady from Boston saw Professor Gunn. She shook her clenched hands at
him and screamed:
"You murderer! You have killed the poor major! You have slain the idol
of my heart!"
"Great Caesar!" gasped Zenas. "So she acknowledged that human wart as
the idol of her heart! Well, she may take her idol, eggs and all!"
Sarah Ann fell on her knees beside the major, clasping him in her arms.
"Poor, poor hero!" she sobbed. "Tell me where you are wounded."
"Fo' the love of goodness, go 'way!" gurgled Fitts thickly.
"What is this horrid odor?" she exclaimed chokingly. "It is frightful!"
"Turkish cemeteries always smell that way, madam," huskily declared the
major. "Please go 'way! Please let me die in peace!"
"Never! I will remain by you until the last! I will---- But I can't
endure this terrible odor! I'm growing faint! And what is this sticky
substance all over your clothes?"
"That's blood--pure blood."
She held up her hands. The light was now sufficient for her to see.
"But it's not red--it's yellow!"
"That's the color of my blood, madam. I've had yellow fever. Do go
'way!"
"But it smells--it smells---- Why, it's everywhere! It's on the ground!"
"I've shed gallons of it already. I beg yo' to leave me!"
"And those brutes are permitting you to bleed to death! What monsters!"
She began to grow hysterical. The language she applied to the professor
made him wince. It also aroused his resentment. When she repeatedly
called him a murderer he finally decided that the limit had been
reached. Prancing over to her, he shrilly cried:
"Madam, you are needlessly wasting your sympathy on that little runt.
He's not seriously harmed, I assure you. We did fight a duel, and I am
the victor; but we did not engage with deadly weapons, and Major Fitts
is not dying."
"Not dying? Did not use deadly weapons? Why--why, what did you use?"
"Eggs, madam--rotten eggs; and I am proud to say that I pasted him with
them in a most scientific manner."
"Eggs?" screamed Miss Ketchum, springing up and looking at her besmeared
hands. "Rotten eggs? Then this is not his blood!"
"Hardly," assured Zenas.
"Oh, horrible! Disgusting! It is perfectly shameful and outrageous! Look
at my hands! Look at my waist! And the smell! I'm going to faint! Catch
me!"
"Not on your life!" exclaimed Gunn, backing off. "I've learned my little
book."
She did not faint. Instead, she stiffened up like a ramrod and denounced
both the duelists in scathing and scornful terms. Once more she declared
that both were fools, and finally she fled, accompanied by the
Englishwoman.