I don't want to hurt you seriously, but your blood is altogether too hot, and next time I will bleed you on the sword arm." Steadying himself with a great effort, Sackville played cautiously for a time; but after parrying several of his thrusts, without the slightest difficulty, Fergus ran him through the right arm, halfway between the elbow and the shoulder, and the sword dropped from his hand.
[Illustration: Lord Sackville stood without speaking, while the surgeon bandaged up his arm] Lord George Sackville had borne himself well in several duels, and was accounted a gentleman, though arrogant and overbearing.

He stood without speaking, while the surgeon bandaged up his arm.

Then he said quietly: "I ask your pardon, Major Drummond.

This matter was altogether my fault.

I said that I would give you a lesson, and you have given me one, which assuredly I shall never forget.