I'd like to have him down Acapulco way, dear lad...

And now, here's my plan all changed.

I'll have my young lady out to stop the duel, and, God's love, she'll come alone.

Once here she's ours, and they may cut each other's throats as they will, sweetheart." He crossed the yard, tried the door,--unlocked, as he had left it,--pushed it open, and went in, groping his way to the door of the dining-room.

He listened, and there was no sound.