I am, I think, the first, and you have now the opportunity of proving whether you are a mere cutthroat, or a liar." A perfect gasp of astonishment was heard in the room.

Dillon leapt to his feet, exclaiming, "No, Rupert, I will not allow it! I am your senior officer." And the gallant fellow would have pushed forward, had not Lord Fairholm put his hand on his shoulder and forced him back, saying: "Leave him alone; he knows what he is doing." The German took a step back, with a hoarse exclamation of rage and surprise at Rupert's address, and put his hand to his sword.

Then, making a great effort to master his fury, he said: "You are safe in crowing loud, little cockerel; but Captain Muller does not fight with boys." A murmur of approval ran round the room; for the prospect of this lad standing up to be killed by so noted a swordsman was painful alike to the German and English officers present.
"The same spirit appears to animate you and your friend Sir Richard Fulke," Rupert said quietly.

"He did not care about fighting a boy, and so employed a dozen of his soldiers to murder him." "It is a lie!" the captain thundered, "Beware, young sir, how you tempt me too far." "You know it is not a lie," Rupert said calmly.

"I know he told you he was afraid to fight me, for that I was more than his match; and it seems to me, sir, that this seeming pity for my youth is a mere cover of the fact that you would rather choose as your victim someone less skilled in fence than I happen to be.