Come let us see what vein you are in." At the same time, drawing off his large cavalry glove, he handed the pistol to his friend.
"A double Napoleon you don't hit the thumb." "Done," said the other, adjusting the weapon in his hand.
The action was scarcely performed, when the bettor flung the glove into the air with all his force.

My opponent raised his pistol, waited for an instant, till the glove, having attained its greatest height, turned to fall again.

Then click went the trigger--the glove turned round and round half-a-dozen times, and fell about twenty yards off, and the thumb was found cut clearly off at the juncture with the hand.
This--which did not occupy half as long as I have spent in recounting it -- was certainly a pleasant introduction to standing at fifteen yards from the principal actor; and I should doubtless have felt it in all its force, had not my attention been drawn off by the ludicrous expression of grief in O'Leary's countenance, who evidently regarded me as already defunct.
"Now, Lorrequer, we are ready," said Trevanion, coming forward; and then, lowering his voice, added, "All is in your favour; I have won the 'word,' which I shall give the moment you halt.

So turn and fire at once: be sure not to go too far round in the turn--that is the invariable error in this mode of firing; only no hurry--be calm." "Now, Messieurs," said Derigny, as he approached with his friend leaning upon his arm, and placed him in the spot allotted to him.

Trevanion then took my arm, and placed me back to back to my antagonist.