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Updated: May 7, 2025
He turned and ran back faster than he had come, swung into the lane where the crowd was cautiously peering from the shelter of the buildings, and waving his pistol in a reckless way that made Bob West shudder, he cried out: "Where is he? Where's Sizer? Why don't he show up and be shot, like a man?" No Sizer appeared.
Bill Sizer, the eldest, was a hard drinker, and people who knew him asserted that he "never drew a sober breath." The other sons were all quarrelsome in disposition and many a free fight was indulged in among them whenever disputes arose.
Bill Sizer promptly "stopped the paper," that being the only vengeance at hand, and when Bob West sent a boy to him demanding the return of the pistol, Bill dispatched with the weapon the following characteristic note, which he had penned with much labor: "Bob west sir you Beet me out uv my Reeveng and Made me look like a bag uv Beens. but I will skware this Thing sum da and yu and that edyter hed better Watch out. i don't stand fer no Throwdown like that Wm.
Both Arthur and Bill Sizer, as well as the groups at the window, watched the loading of the pistols with fascinated gaze. "Bob's a queer ol' feller," whispered Peggy McNutt to the blacksmith, who stood beside him. "This dool is just one o' his odd fancies. Much he keers ef they kills each other er not!" "Mr. West," cried Patsy, suddenly rousing from her apathy, "I'll not allow this shameful thing!
"I do know," declared West gravely. He placed Arthur Weldon and Bill Sizer back to back in the middle of the street and handed each a pistol. "Now, then," said he, "you both understand the rules, which I have explained, and the spectators will bear witness that, whatever happens, this affair has been conducted in a regular manner, with no favor shown to either.
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