Do you remember a certain river bank away in England, where you chanced to meet a lady you had known, and to leave her dead?
Or if you have forgotten, perhaps at least you will remember this, which I carry that it may kill you,' and I flashed the sword that had been his before his eyes.
'Mother of God! It is the English boy who--' and he stopped.
'It is Thomas Wingfield who beat and bound you, and who now purposes to finish what he began yonder as he has sworn.

Draw, or, Juan de Garcia, I will stab you where you stand.' De Garcia heard this speech, that to-day seems to me to smack of the theatre, though it was spoken in grimmest earnest, and his face grew like the face of a trapped wolf.

Yet I saw that he had no mind to fight, not because of cowardice, for to do him justice he was no coward, but because of superstition.

He feared to fight with me since, as I learned afterwards, he believed that he would meet his end at my hand, and it was for this reason chiefly that he strove to kill me when first we met.
'The duello has its laws, senor,' he said courteously.

'It is not usual to fight thus unseconded and in the presence of a woman.