"We must. There"s nothing else to be done."
Ashby shook his head.
"I don"t see how," said he.
"It"s plain enough," said Harry. "We can take it turn about."
"But the man who fires the first shot has an immense advantage," said Ashby.
"Pardon me," said Harry; "that does not necessarily follow. He may hit his foe, of course, but the wound may only be a trifling one after all; or he may miss his shot altogether. It often happens so in duels. Moreover, as you very well know, in a duel it never happens that both fire at the same instant. One always fires a little before the other. So in our case it will simply amount to this, that one of us will fire a little before the other. In that case the first man may miss, and the second man will then come in for his turn."
"But how shall we decide who is to fire first?" said Ashby.
"Oh, that"s easy enough," said Harry; "we can toss up."
"Oh, very well."
"Have you a coin?"
"Not one."
"Nor I--not a copper, even. The beggarly Carlists have drained me dry."
"We must find something else," said Ashby.
"Oh, there needn"t be any difficulty about that. A b.u.t.ton will do quite as well."
And with this Harry cut one of the b.u.t.tons from his trousers.
"This will do," said he. "The face of the b.u.t.ton will be "head," and the back of it "tail." And now, will you try it?"
He handed it to Ashby, who took it without a word.
"If it falls "heads," the first fire will be yours; if "tails," the first fire will be mine."
"Very well," said Ashby; and then, poising the b.u.t.ton for a moment, he tossed it.
It fell, head uppermost.
"Heads!" said Harry. "Mr. Ashby, the first fire belongs to you.
Here"s the pistol. It"s loaded. I"ll take my position here. Shall I measure the distance?"
"Pardon me, Mr. Rivers," said Ashby; "but I cannot accept this from one throw. It must be the best out of three times."
"I don"t see why."
"I should not accept it under any other conditions."
"Oh, very well. Let us both act so as to satisfy one another," said Harry. "In that case you had better toss again."
Ashby now picked up the b.u.t.ton, and tossed a second time. This time it fell face downward.
"Tails!" said Harry. "Once more, and that decides it."
Ashby picked up the b.u.t.ton and gave a final toss. The b.u.t.ton fell.
This time it was in Ashby"s favor. It fell face upward.
"Heads!" said Harry. "It"s yours, Mr. Ashby. Will you take the pistol?"
Ashby hesitated.
"I think," said he, "we had better arrange our places."
"Very well. At what distance?" said Harry. "Shall we say twelve paces?"
"I should think so."
Upon this Harry began by the fireplace, and walked for twelve paces along the floor. Reaching this place, he stopped.
"Will this do?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Very well; and now which place will you take?"
"Either."
"In that case we must toss up again for choice of positions. But, first of all, it will be necessary to move this torch, so that it shall be equally favorable."
Saying this, Harry walked over to the torch, and carried it, together with the stone, to a place which seemed about midway between the two positions. Here he set it on the ground.
"And now, Mr. Ashby," said Harry, "we must toss up for places."
"Very well," said Ashby; "but you had better toss this time, as I did it last time."
To this Harry made no objection. He took the b.u.t.ton, and tossed it.
This time luck was favorable, and he won the choice of positions.
"Well," said he, "I"m quite indifferent; but, as I have the choice, I suppose I may as well choose the place out there in the room. In that case you will stand here in front of the fireplace."
"Very well," said Ashby, who thereupon took up his place there.
"Have you any plan to propose as to firing?"
"None whatever."
"I"ve been thinking of one which I will mention. You may have a better one. The unarmed one shall give the word, or drop a handkerchief. Will that do? If you prefer for the one who fires to give the word--very well. Only I think that the word had better be given."
"Certainly," said Ashby, "and I quite agree to your proposal."