Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 54: what you’re looking at

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x an THE HAZER HAZED. Alt his hot Southern blood was up, and he dashed at Geoffrey with blazing eyes, crimson tace, and with fists clenched and uplifted as if to smite him to the floor. But Geoffrey caught him by the wrists, with a grip that rendered nim instantly powerless, while he said, with the utmost good nature: “Mr. Mapleson, you are no match for me; I measured you well before | touched you; my muscles and sinews are like iron from long gymnastic training, sol advise you not to waste your strength. Iam sorry to have of- fended you, but this affair was none of my seeking, and you tried my patience altogether too far. I have simply acted in self-defense.” But Mapleson had lost his head entirely, and blustered and swore in the most passionate manner, while his com- rades ,were so struck with admiration for Geoffrey and his masterly self-control in the face of such excessive provocation, that not one of them was disposed to meddle in the quarrel. “Let go! you cold-blooded Yankee!” Everet Mapleson cried, hoarsely, through his tightly locked teeth. “T will release you, Mapleson, but you must not try the same thing again,” Geoffrey returned, with quiet firm- ness, and instantly loosed his hold upon the young man’s wrists. With another violent oath, quick asa flash, and before any one suspected his intention, Mapleson whipped out a pistol from an inner pocket, cocked and pointed it at Geoffrey. What might have been the result no one can tell, if a young man named Abbott had not dashed forward, and thrown up his arm. The next instant he had wrenched the weapon from his grasp. ‘‘“Are you mad, Mapleson?” he cried; “we shall have_ the whole faculty down upon us if you trifie with such a plaything, and then there will be a fine row.’ The other sophomores now gathered around and tried to pacify their enraged leader, but he only grew the more furious and vowed that he would yet have the Yan- kee’s heart’s blood for his insolence in laying hands upon him. “No, no, Mape, you drove him to it,” interposed one; ‘‘you can’t blame him, and you would have done the ~ game had you been in his place.” ~ “Who ever heard of a ‘fresh’ getting the upper hand S| CoOnmiclboooks.€