"The time to write a few letters, and I am at your service, Mr.Warrington," he said.
"You have your own pistols at your saddle.

I did not ride out with any; but will send Sady back for mine.

That will give you time enough, Colonel Washington ?" "Plenty of time, sir." And each gentleman made the other a low bow, and, putting his arm in his brother's, George walked away.

The Virginian officer looked towards the two unlucky captains, who were by this time helpless with liquor.

Captain Benson, the master of the tavern, was propping the hat of one of them over his head.
"It is not altogether their fault, Colonel," said my landlord, with a grim look of humour.