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"Well?" Count Hannibal said at last "Are you cononville answered; and he feinted but drew back

The other did the sa to grow snonville's lips He thrust! It was parried! He thrust

again--parried! Tavannes, grown still nonville pushed on, but did not allow confidence to an, indeed, to taunt his adversary; to flout and jeer him But it was

with a motive

For suddenly, in the middle of a sentence, he repeated the peculiar

thrust which had been successful before This time, however, Tavannes

was ready He put aside the blade with a quick parade, and instead of

uard The two came face to

face and breast to shoulder, and struck furiously with their daggers

Count Hannibal was outside his opponent's sword and had the advantage

Tignonville's dagger fell, but glanced off the metalwork of the other's

hilt; Tavannes' fell swift and hard between the young ered back, falling his length on the

floor

In an instant Count Hannibal was on his breast, and had knocked away his

dagger Then-"You own yourself vanquished?" he cried