CHAPTER XXV.
WHICH CONTAINS A DUEL--AND A DEATH.
Scarcely had Mr.Schnackenberger withdrawn to his apartment, when a pair of 'field-pieces' were heard clattering up-stairs--such and so mighty as, among all people that on earth do dwell, no mortal wore, himself only except, and the student, Mr.Fabian Sebastian.

Little had he thought under his evening canopy of smoke, that Nemesis was treading so closely upon his heels.
'Sir, my brother,' began Mr.Student Fabian, 'the time is up: and here am I, to claim my rights.

Where is the dog?
The money is ready: deliver the article: and payment shall be made.' Mr.Schnackenberger shrugged his shoulders.
'Nay, my brother, no jesting (if you please) on such serious occasions: I demand my article.' 'What, if the article have vanished ?' 'Vanished!' said Mr.Fabian; 'why then we must fight, until it comes back again .-- Sir, my brother, you have acted nefariously enough in absconding with goods that you had sold: would you proceed to yet greater depths in nefariousness, by now withholding from me my own article ?' So saying, Mr.Fabian paid down the purchase money in hard gold upon the table.

'Come, now, be easy,' said Mr.Schnackenberger, 'and hear me.' 'Be easy, do you say?
_That_ will I not: but hear I will, and with all my heart, provided it be nothing unhearable--nor anything in question of my right to the article: else, you know, come knocks.' 'Knocks!' said Jeremiah: 'and since when, I should be glad to know, has the Schnackenberger been in the habit of taking knocks without knocking again, and paying a pretty large per centage ?' 'Ah! very likely.

That's your concern.