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"Pistols!" shouted Abbott "For the love of glory, what are you driving

at?"

"The Barone has asked me to be his second And I have despatched a note to

the colonel, advising him to attend to your side I accepted the Barone's

proposition solely that I y will save you a heap of discomfort The Barone is a first-rate

shot, and doubtless he will only wing you But that will mean scandal and

several weeks in the hospital, to say nothing of a devil of a roith the

civil authorities In the arhts his duello, but

these affairs never get into the newspapers, as in France Seldom,

however, is any one seriously hurt They are excitable, and consequently a

good shot is likely to shoot wildly at a pinch So there you are, ht mind? Do you e a duel?" asked Abbott, his voice low and a bit shaky

"To prevent one So, write your apology Don't worry about the moral side

of the question It's only a fool ill offer hiet to a

man who kno to shoot You couldn't hit the broadside of a barn with

a shot-gun"

Abbott brushed the dust frohed a

bit hysterically Well, why not? Since Nora could never be his, there was