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Updated: June 18, 2025
I mean don't fight with Forister in the morning. 'Tis certain death." It was now my turn once more. I drew myself up, and for the first time I looked squarely into her bright eyes. "My lady," said I, with mournful dignity, "I was filled with pride when you said the good word to me. But what am I to think now?
"A black man black as the devil," cried I to Paddy. "Help me catch a little black man." "Sure!" said Paddy, and we sallied forth. In a moment I was below and crying to the landlord in as fine a fury as any noble: "This villain Forister! And where be he?" The landlord looked at me with bulging eyes. "Master Forister," he stammered.
"I only wished to announce," he said savagely, "that I would prefer to kill you in the morning as early as possible." "And how may I render my small assistance to you, Mr. Forister? Have you come to request me to arise at an untimely hour?" I was very placid; but it was not for him to be coming to my chamber with talk of killing me.
I never heard precisely what happened to the lancer, but he must have had the worst of it, for wasn't my father, seated there at the table, telling the story long years after? Well, as to my duel with Forister: Colonel Royale was an extremely busy man, and almost tired my life out with a quantity of needless attentions.
I have a dim remembrance of seeing the Colonel take his scabbard and incontinently beat many worthy citizens of Bristol; indeed, he seemed to beat every worthy citizen of Bristol who had not legs enough to get away. I could hear them squeaking out protests while I keenly studied the jubilant Forister. Aye, it was true. He too had a "God spare you!" I felt my blood begin to run hot.
"Forister!" they cried together. Their jaws fell; their eyes bulged; they forgot everything; there was a silence. "Well," said I, wishing to reassure them, "it may not be to-morrow morning. He only told me that he would kill me as soon as he came to Bristol, and I expect him to-night or in the morning.
The horses came soon enough, and I leaped into the saddle and was away to Bath after Forister. As I galloped out of the inn yard I heard a tumult behind me, and, looking back, I saw three hostlers lifting hard at Paddy to raise him into the saddle. He gave a despairing cry when he perceived me leaving him at such speed, but my heart was hardened to my work. I must catch Forister.
Lord Strepp seemed rather annoyed, and Colonel Royale grew red and stepped peremptorily toward the wall, but Forister and I had eyes only for each other. His eye for me was a glad, cruel eye.
But Paddy was an honest man even if he did not know it, and he at once walked to Forister and held against his ear a fist the size of a pig's hind-leg. "I cannot throw the talk back to you," he said. "You are too fast for me, but I tell you to your face that you had better change your tongue for a lock of an old witch's hair unless you intend to be battered this moment."
In the mean time Colonel Royale was helping me on with my coat and waistcoat, although I hardly knew that either he or the coat or waistcoat were in existence. I had my usual inclination to go forward and explain to everybody how it all had happened. But Royale took me forcibly by the arm, and we turned our backs on Strepp and Forister and walked toward the inn.
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