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Savage, was invited, I think," he added, and Dickey studiously consulted the salad. He had not been invited and the announcement that the Saxondales were off for the north of England was news to him. "Oh, certainly," exclaimed Ugo; "he was their guest. And the Lady Jane arranged it, you say, Kapolski?
Quentin; I shall take you on immediately after I have disposed of your cockadoodle friend," said Kapolski, throwing aside his coat. "You have pistols here, Prince Ravorelli?" "This is murder," cried the millionaire, "and I shall take it before the United States government." "Dickey! Dickey!" cried Phil, helplessly, as Savage began to remove his coat.
Count Sallaconi was clutching the left arm of the big Russian, and there was a look of dismay in his face. He flashed a glance of fierce disappointment at Quentin, and then one of helplessness across the room at Prince Ugo. "If you understand English you probably did," said Dickey, pale but defiant. "Come, prince," began the agitated count, but Kapolski shook him off.
I am perfectly well aware that Prince Kapolski was your guest last night for no other purpose than to bring about an affray in which I was to have been the victim of his prowess and your cleverness." For a moment the two men glared at each other, immovably, unwaveringly. Prince Ugo's composure did not suffer the faintest relaxation under the direct charge of the American.
Here he comes with the Russian and the whole pack behind them. It's too late; we can't run now," said Phil, despairingly. As Ugo and Kapolski crossed the room, the former, whose face was white with suppressed passion, hissed under his breath into the ear of the raging Russian: "You fool, it was the other one the tall one! You have quarrelled with the wrong man. The big one is Quentin, Kapolski.
He'll probably get me, but I may be lucky enough to have a bullet land in him. My only chance is to aim anywhere but at him, shut my eyes, and trust to luck." Then turning to Kapolski he said, deliberately: "Pistols, and here, if the prince does not object." "Cannot this affair be postponed " began Ugo, desperately. "Not unless your friend forgets that I punched his head.
Ugo's first thought after the fall of Kapolski was to prevent his opponent from leaving the room alive, but common sense came to his relief a second later, and he saw the folly of taking a stand against the victor. He rushed to Kapolski's side and helped to support the moaning man's body.
"Does he still want to fight with his hands?" demanded Kapolski, now cool and ironical. There was an infuriating attempt on his part to speak as if he were addressing a small, pouting child. "Anything anything! The only point is, you'll have to fight to-night right now. I've two or three friends here who'll see that I get fair play." said Dickey, discretion flying to the wind.
"I have weapons, if you insist, gentlemen," said Ugo. At his words intense excitement prevailed, for now there could be no doubt as to the result of the quarrel. Count Sallaconi hurried away for the pistols, smiling significantly as he passed his prince. His smile said that Kapolski would kill two men that night. "For God's sake, Dickey, be careful, if you must fight.
"It is too vile for a man who has a breath of manhood in him to encourage, and yet these bounders go crazy with rapture. Gad, don't ask what kind of women they are. Ask how it is the world has ever called these fellows men." "Did I understand you correctly, sir?" asked a cold voice at his side, and Dickey turned to look into the flaming eyes of Prince Kapolski.
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