'Take your ground, Fagan,--twelve paces, I suppose ?' 'Ten, sir,' said Mr.Quin, in a big voice; 'and make them short ones, do you hear, Captain Fagan ?' 'Don't bully, Mr.Quin,' said Ulick surlily; 'here are the pistols.' And he added, with some emotion, to me, 'God bless you, my boy; and when I count three, fire.' Mr.Fagan put my pistol into my hand,--that is, not one of mine (which were to serve, if need were, for the next round), but one of Ulick's.
'They are all right,' said he.

'Never fear: and, Redmond, fire at his neck--hit him there under the gorget.

See how the fool shows himself open.' Mick, who had never spoken a word, Ulick, and the Captain retired to one side, and Ulick gave the signal.

It was slowly given, and I had leisure to cover my man well.

I saw him changing colour and trembling as the numbers were given.