Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 340: what you’re looking at

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322 Tom ANDERSON, DareE-DEvIL In all his whole life Dick had never received such a blow. His brows writhed like black caterpillars above his blaz- ing eyes. He stanched the little cut in his lip with his handkerchief. “You, De la Jonquiére!”” There was a miserable hush. “Did n’t know I had a quarrel with you. Honest to God! Accept, of course.’’ He exchanged a look and a nod with Tulloch. “I am in Captain Tulloch’s hands.” And he lounged out of the room. There was a desperate sort of silence. Every man eyed De la Jonquiére. He stood gripping the back of a chair. His filbert nails were purple. He said a word in [om’s ear, and .then aloud, — “Captain Tulloch, my friend Carabas will act for me.’ And he went out of the room, followed by every man in it but the two seconds. When Tom got out of doors he found De la Jonquiére in the saddle, surrounded by men under tremendous excitement. | “Tt will be pretty late by the time we get into town, and I’ve some matters to see to. I must say good-night, gentlemen.” But they pressed around him, every man of ’em, to wring his hand. He hailed Tom’s coming with relief. “My dear Carabas, I thought you and Tulloch had dealt another hand. Judkins is here, with your horse.”’ The two cantered away. The barrack fellows stared for a minute, and then the surgeon burst out: “Great God! Dick Knatchbull’s the best swordsman from Trinidad to Havana!” ‘It makes me sick!” muttered somebody. They looked upon that slim fellow, riding away in the moonlight, as a dead man. And Eugéne Volney de Pay Marquis de la Jonquiére, was the idol of Bar- ados. They went on for some distance in silence. . L’m glad it’s stopped raining,” observed De la Jon- quiére. Tom turned his miserable eyes on the young fellow’s ECONMMICLMOOOKSa(e© m