"Was I doing anything to be ashamed of?
And what are you doing here, pray, with loaded revolvers in your hands ?--Hallo! who's this ?" he exclaimed, as Don Miguel advanced doubtfully out of the gloom.
"Senor de Mendoza, as I'm a sinner! and armed, too! Well, really! Are you two out on a murdering expedition ?--Oho!" he went on, in a changed tone, glancing keenly from one to another: "methinks I see the bottom of this mystery.

You have ridden forth, like the champions of romance, to do doughty deeds upon each other!--Is it not so, Don Miguel ?" he demanded, turning his fierce spectacles suddenly on that young man.
Don Miguel, ignoring a secret gesture from Freeman, admitted that he had been on the point of expunging the latter from this mortal sphere.
The professor chuckled sarcastically.

"I see! Blood! Wounded honor! The code!--But, by the way, I don't see your seconds! Where are your seconds ?" "My dear sir," said Freeman, "I assure you it's all a mistake.

We just happened to meet at the gen--er--happened to meet, and were riding home together----" "Now, listen to me, Harvey," the professor interrupted, holding up an expository finger.

"You have known me since some ten years, I think; and I have known you.