You have a sword and your little guns." Mayoga laughed loud.

"My bow is sufficient," he cried.

"See, I leave knife and tomahawk behind," and he cast them on the grass.
Not to be outdone, I took off my sword, though that was more an encumbrance than a weapon.
"I have but the two shots," I said.
"Then I will take but the two arrows," cried my opponent, shaking the rest out of his quiver; and at this there was a murmur of applause.
There were some notions of decency among these Western Indians.
I bade him take a quiverful.

"You will need them," said I, looking as truculent as my chicken heart would permit me.
They took me to the eastern side of the wood, and there we waited for the signal, which was a musket shot, telling me that Mayoga was ready to enter at the opposite end.

My companions were friendly enough, and seemed to look on the duel as a kind of sport.