The man who reserves his shot falls by my hand." This very summary denunciation seemed to meet general approbation, and the count strutted forth.

Notwithstanding the advice of my friend, I could not help turning my eyes from Bodkin to watch the retiring figure of the count.

At length he stopped; a second or two elapsed; he wheeled rapidly round, and let fall the glove.

My eye glanced towards my opponent; I raised my pistol and fired.

My hat turned half round upon my head, and Bodkin fell motionless to the earth.