"But, gentlemen,"--still with great dignity, but yet with an air as if he desired to relieve our minds from any anxiety concerning himself,--"by far the most interesting affair of honor of my time was the one in which I met Major Howard, a prominent member of the Fairfax County bar. Some words in the heat of debate led to a blow, and the next mornin" the handkerchief was dropped at the edge of a wood near the cote-house just as the sun rose over the hill. As I fired, the light blinded me, and my ball pa.s.sed through his left arm. I escaped with a hole in my sleeve."
"Living yet?" said Fitz, repressing a smile.
"Certainly, suh, and one of the fo"most lawyers of our State. Vehy good friend of mine. Saw him on"y the week befo" I left home."
When dinner was served, I could detect no falling off in the colonel"s appet.i.te. With the exception of a certain nervous expectance, intensified when there was a rap at the front door, followed by a certain consequent disappointment when Chad announced the return of a pair of shoes--out to be half-soled--instead of the long-delayed reply from the offending broker, he was as calm and collected as ever.
It was only when he took from his table drawer some sheets of foolscap, spread the nib of a quill pen on his thumb nail, and beckoned Fitz to his side, that I noticed any difference even in his voice.
"You know, Fitz, that my hand is not so steady as it was, and if I should fall, there are some things that must be attended to. Sit here and write these memoranda at my dictation."
Fitz drew nearer, and bent his ear in attention.
"I, George Fairfax Caarter of Caarter Hall, Caartersville, Virginia, bein" of sound mind"--
The pen scratched away.
"Everything down but the sound mind," said Fitz; "but go on."
"Do hereby," continued the colonel.
"What"s all this for--another challenge?" said Fitz, looking up.
"No, Fitz,"--the colonel did not like his tone,--"but a few partin"
instructions which will answer in place of a more formally drawn will."
Fitz scratched on until the preamble was finished, and the uninc.u.mbered half of Carter Hall had been bequeathed to "my ever valued aunt Ann Carter, spinster," and he had reached a new paragraph beginning with, "All bonds, stocks, and shares, whether founders", preferred, or common, of the corporation known as the Cartersville and Warrentown Air Line Railroad, particularly the sum of 25,000 shares of said company subscribed for by the undersigned, I hereby bequeath," when Fitz stopped and laid down his pen.
"You can"t leave that stock. Not transferred to you yet."
"I know it, Fitz; but I have pledged my word to take it, and so far as I am concerned, it is mine."
Fitz looked over his gla.s.ses at me, and completed the sentence by which this also became "the exclusive property of Ann Carter, spinster."
Then followed a clause giving his clothes to Chad, his seal and chain to Fitz, and his fowling-piece to me.
When the doc.u.ment was finished, the colonel signed it in a bold, round hand, and attested it by a burning puddle of red wax into which he plunged the old family seal. Fitz and I duly witnessed it, and then the colonel, with the air of a man whose mind had been suddenly relieved of some great pressure, locked the important doc.u.ment in his drawer, and handed the key to Fitz.
The change now in the colonel"s manner was quite in keeping with the expression of his face. All his severe dignity, all the excess of responsibility and apparent studied calmness, were gone. He even became buoyant enough to light a pipe.
Presently he gave a little start as if suddenly remembering something until that moment overlooked, then he lighted a candle, and mounted the stairs to his bedroom. In a few minutes he returned, carrying in both hands a mysterious-looking box. This he placed with great care on the table, and proceeded to unlock with a miniature key attached to a bunch which he invariably carried in his trousers pocket.
It was a square box made of mahogany, bound at each corner with bra.s.s, and bearing in the centre of the top a lozenge-shaped silver tablet engraved with a Carter coat of arms, the letters "G. F. C." being beneath.
The colonel raised the lid and uncovered the weapons that had defended the honor of the Carter family for two generations. They were the old fashioned single-barrel kind, with b.u.t.ts like those of the pirates in a play, and they lay in a bed of faded red velvet surrounded by ramrods, bullet-moulds, a green pill-box labeled "G. D. Gun Caps," some sc.r.a.ps of wash leather, together with a copper powder-flask and a spoonful of bullets. The nipples were protected by little patches cut from an old kid glove.
The colonel showed with great pride a dent on one side of the barrel where a ball had glanced, saving some ancestor"s life; then he rang the bell for Chad, and consigned the case to that hilarious darky very much as the knight of a castle would place his trusty blade in the hands of his chief armorer.
"Want a tech o" ile in dese baals, Colonel," said Chad, examining them critically. "Got to keep dere moufs clean if you want dese dogs to bark right;" and he bore away the battery, followed by the colonel, who went down into the kitchen to see if the fire was hot enough to cast a few extra bullets.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
Fitz and I, being more concerned about devising some method to prevent the consequences of the colonel"s rash act than in increasing the facilities for bloodshed, remained where we were and discussed the possible outcome of the situation.
We had about agreed that should Klutchem demand protection of the police, and the colonel be hauled up for violating the law of the State, I should go bail and Fitz employ the lawyer, when we were startled by a sound like the snap of a percussion-cap, followed by loud talking in the front yard.
First came a voice in a commanding tone: "Stand where you are! Drop yo" hand!"
Then Chad"s "Don"t shoot yit, Colonel."
Fitz and I started for the front door on a run, threw it open, and ran against Chad standing on the top step with his back to the panels.
Over his head he held the stub of a candle flickering in the night wind. This he moved up and down in obedience to certain mysterious sounds which came rumbling out of the tunnel. Beside him on the stone step lay the bra.s.s-cornered mahogany dueling case with both weapons gone.
The only other light visible was the glowing eye of the tall tower.
"Where"s the colonel?" we both asked in a breath.
Chad kept the light aloft with one hand like an ebony Statue of Liberty, and pointed straight ahead into the tunnel with the other.
"Mo" to the left," came the voice.
Chad swayed the candle towards the broken-down fence, and sent his magnified shadow scurrying up the measly wall and halfway over to the next house.
"So! Now steady."
The darky stood like the Sphinx, the light streaming atop of the tall candlestick, and then said from out one side of his mouth, "Spec" you gemmen better squat; she"s gwineter bite."
Fitz peered into the tunnel, caught the gleam of a pistol held in a shadowy hand, made a clear leap, and landed out of range among the broken flower-pots. I sprang behind the hydrant, and at the same instant another cap snapped.
"Ah, gentlemen," said the voice emerging from the tunnel. "Had I been quite sure of myself I should have sent for you. I used to snuff a candle at fo"ty yards, and but that my powder is a little old I could do it ag"in."
CHAPTER VII
_The Outcome of a Council of War_
When early the next morning, Fitz and I arrived at the colonel"s office he was already on hand and in a state of high nervous excitement. His coat, which, so far as a coat might, always expressed in its various combinations the condition of his mind, was b.u.t.toned close up under his chin, giving to his slender figure quite a military air. He was pacing the floor with measured tread; one hand thrust into his bosom, senator fashion, the other held behind his back.
"Not a line, suh; not the sc.r.a.pe of a pen. If his purpose, suh, is to ignore me altogether, I shall horsewhip him on sight."
"Have you looked through the firm"s mail?" said Fitz, glad of the respite.
"Eve"ywhere, suh--not a sc.r.a.p."
"I will hunt him up;" and Fitz hurried down to Klutchem"s office in the hope of either intercepting the challenge or of pacifying the object of the colonel"s wrath, if by any good chance the letter should have been delayed until the morning.