"The game's yours, Miss King, and I take off my hat to you for hitting straight and hard," I said.

"Must the feud descend even to the second generation?
Is it a fight to the finish, and no quarter asked or given ?" I had her going then.

She blushed--and when I saw the red creep into her cheeks my heart was hardened to repentance.

I'd have done it again for the pleasure of seeing her that way.
"You are taking a good deal for granted, sir," she said, in her loftiest tone.

"We Kings scarcely consider the Carletons worthy our weapons." "You don't, eh?
Then, why did you begin it ?" I wanted to know.