"You've only to tell him that you're the man that ran away with his wife, and you'll have it out together, right on the ledge at twelve paces.

The boys will see you through.

In fact," he added, his sneer deepening, "I rather think it's what they're expecting." "Thank you, Mr.Jack Riggs," said Chivers sardonically.

"I dare say it would be more convenient to some people, just before our booty is divided, if I were drilled through by a blundering shot from that hayseed; or it would seem right to your high-toned chivalry if a dead-shot as I am knocked over a man who may have never fired a revolver before; but I don't exactly see it in that light, either as a man or as your equal partner.

I don't think you quite understand me, my dear Jack.