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Book, page 151 / 161 "Do you think so?" "Certainly; he is an officer--fighting is his trade." "Well, let him." "What'll you do?" "Accept the challenge, of course." "And fight?" "Certainly." "He'll shoot you." "I'm not afraid." Blake returned with his friend to his lodgings, where he found a billet already from Redmond, who was all eagerness to wing his rival. On the next morning, two friends of the bellige-rents were closeted for the purpose of arranging the preliminaries for the fight. "The weapon?" asked the friend of the military man. "Your principal, by the laws of honour, has the choice; as, also, to name time and place, &c." "Yes, I understand. All is settled." "He will fight, then?" "Fight? Oh, certainly; Blake is no coward." "Well, then, name the weapons." "A pair of goose-quills." "Sir!" in profound astonishment.
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