THE DUEL.
On the following morning, Gray, accompanied by his second, rode away
towards the place of meeting. The sun had not risen, but the eastern
arc of the horizon was suffused with deep crimson which terminated in
a rosy pink. A small hollow running at right angles to the Don, and
known at that time as Sleepy Gulch, was the place chosen for the
encounter. As the two men reached the mouth of this gulch they
perceived the opposite party upon the brow of the hill. A second or
two later another horseman appeared. This was the medical gentleman.
The combatants met, and Roland bowed haughtily to Mr. Ham. To
Drummond he said simply:
'Good morning, sir.' Harland took his friend aside for a moment.
There was a look of mingled disgust and merriment in his face.
'Merciful heaven,' he said, 'look at the size of our friend Ham.'
'I have noticed it,' replied our hero, with a contemptuous curl of
his lip.
'I firmly believe he has half the bedclothes of his establishment
wrapped about him,' Roland interrupted.
'Proceed with business, Mr. Harland.' That gentleman, walking up to
Mr. Drummond, said:
'I wish a word with you-Is your master indisposed?'
'He declares that he took a violent cold, and has been suffering of
shivers all night.'
'I am very sorry; at the same time I must point out to you the
propriety of at once requesting him to unwrap, that we may proceed.
You are aware, I presume, of the quantity and denomination of the
apparel for such an occasion.' Drummond joined the bulky Mr. Ham; and
it was noticed as he conversed that that gentleman turned from his
morning pallor to a positive yellow. He at first seemed to refuse;
but at last, with a cry much like the low whine of a terrified
animal, he began to take off his wraps. In doing this he turned his
back upon the other party.
'You will pardon me, gentlemen,' Harland said, as he stepped to the
front; 'but I believe I have the right under such extraordinary
circumstances to obtrude myself here.'
'What do you mean, sir? How dare you come here?' cried Mr. Ham in
his fear and rage.
'To see that you are disrobed properly, Mr. Ham. If you will permit
it the medical gentleman here will decide whether upon such a
windless, sunny morning, you require all this raiment. At least you
will not require all this leather,' he exclaimed, as he drew out a
huge piece which had been fitted so as to cover the entire front of
the hero's body down to the hips. 'You don't consider wraps of this
sort necessary for a man with a cold, do you, doctor?' Harland asked,
turning to the medical gentleman.
'No; I have not during my practice seen such remedies for colds,'
the doctor replied, with a humorous twinkle in his eye. The high-bred
Mr. Ham was a most pitiable object to look upon as his friend
proceeded to divest him of a horse blanket.
'As a real guarantee against added chill, Mr. Ham should have
provided himself with a buffalo robe, Mr. Drummond.' Harland
observed--"skinny aide out and woolly side in," you know. We could
not have objected so much to that.'
'What!' gasped out the brave Mr. Ham, while a gleam of hope shot
through his eyes like a sunbeam, 'Mr. Drummond could ride away and
get me one in fifteen minutes.'
'Mr. Drummond,' replied Harland, 'this would be absurd. The thing
will be all over in three minutes.'
'But it would keep me warm going home.'
'For only three minutes longer, however,' Harland again replied,
addressing the second. 'Besides,' he added, 'it might be'--and here
stopped short with the manifest intention of torturing the cowardly
wretch. It was noticed by Roland that Ham was constantly casting his
eyes up the hollow, as if expecting somebody. At last a thought
flashed upon him.
'Mr. Harland, I believe that craven has notified the officers of
justice, and that he expects them to come and break up the affair.
Let us therefore proceed. He may keep on the remainder of his wraps.
No delay; measure off the ground.' The two seconds then measured off
fifteen paces, and stopped.
'Not such a short distance as that!' shrieked Mr. Ham.
'Why, I thought your friend never fired except with a shot-gun at
crows?' Harland observed. 'But it appears that he is a crack shot.
And so generous, too; since the greater distance is intended no doubt
for the safety of Mr. Gray.' This was said in a tone just loud enough
to be heard by all the rest.
'Ask Mr. Ham what distance he would propose--I have no objection to
the inquiry.'
'What distance would you propose, Mr. Ham!' inquired the second.
'My pistol will carry at least a hundred yards; I drove a ball
through an inch board with her yesterday. Why not make it, say eighty
paces?'
'Because, Mr. Drummond,' Harland replied, 'over fifteen paces is
"poltroon distance," and, besides, our pistols do not carry
effectively more than twenty paces. We will not, however, under any
circumstances, fight on "poltroon distance."'
'I agree,' replied Mr. Drummond.
'Now then, gentlemen, take your places.'
The doctor whispered to Roland: 'Is it fair, quite, to fight him
when he says that you are a crack shot, and that he has never fired?'
'He lies, doctor; it is the other way. I learn that from childhood
he has been firing at all sorts of things with pistols; and _I have
never fired a pistol shot in my life._'
'Your places, gentlemen,' cried Drummond. Roland was already at his
post; but his opponent was not yet upon his ground.
'Why this unseemly haste?' he gasped. 'I am so unsteadied by my
illness, that I am really not in a position yet to take my ground.'
Harland spoke a word or two to Drummond, and then said in a voice
distinct and audible to all:
'If after I call three Mr. Ham is not upon his ground the affair
shall be declared off. My other alternative will then be in order.
One, two----'
'Hold, hold, I'm coming,' groaned the coward, as he took his place.
'Now, gentlemen, your backs to each other,' said Harland. 'I shall
count one, two, three, and at the end of the last count each man
shall wheel and fire.'
'If I fall I shall have you proceeded against, Drummond-you are in a
conspiracy to murder a sick man.'
'I did not know that Mr. Ham was an Irishman,' chimed in Harland.
'One!'
'Oh!' groaned the respectable Mr. Ham.
'Two--three!' Simultaneously with the word 'three' there was a
pistol shot. The gentlemanly Mr. Ham had fired before his opponent
turned. Before he could see the result of his shot, Gray who had
turned promptly at the word, fired; and with a frightful yell Mr. Ham
fell to the earth, and lay there. The doctor ran up, and putting the
fingers of his left hand upon the fellow's wrist, with the other made
search for the wound.
'Here it is; you have shot him in the left side.'
'Do you think it is fatal?' Roland asked composedly.
'I cannot say; but I really have little hope otherwise.' It was hard
to weigh the value of this statement. It was decidedly an equivocal
one.
'I would most certainly advise you to get out of the way, Mr. Gray.
He seems to have no pulse. By the way, are you hit?'
'Yes.'
'Good God, where?' He pointed to his breast; and to the horror of
Harland blood was oozing through his waistcoat.
'Let me attend to you,' the doctor, who had the heartiest sympathy
for our hero, cried, springing up.
'No; you must attend to him. Besides, as I expected, here come the
officers, good-bye.' In a moment he was upon his horse, and galloping
across the stubble-stretches, and clearing the snake fences that
divided field from field, like a bird. The magistrate and two
constables, for such were the officials that comprised the
interrupting party, no sooner saw Roland in flight, than they turned
in pursuit at a rate of speed equal to his own, and called upon him to
surrender. He made no reply.
'Then, men, fire upon him,' the magistrate shouted. One of the
constables raised his carbine and fired.