"Wouldn"t tell?"
"No--wouldn"t tell--chaffed me--no end, but wouldn"t go into particulars."
"But could you find out whether it affected you or not?"
"Oh, of course, I took that for granted. That was the point of the whole joke, you know. Louie"s chaff consisted altogether of allusions to some mysterious plan, of the widow"s, by which she would have full, ample, perfect, complete, and entire vengeance on me."
"That"s bad."
"It is."
"A widow"s a dangerous thing."
"Too true, my boy," said Jack, with a sigh; "n.o.body knows that better than I do."
"I wonder you don"t try to disarm her."
"Disarm her?"
"Yes--why don"t you call on her?"
"Well, confound it, I did call only a day or two ago, you know. The last two or three days I"ve been engaged."
"Yes, but such an engagement will only make the widow more furious."
"But, confound it, man, it"s been simply impossible to do any thing else than what I have been doing."
"I"ll tell you what it is, Jack," said I, solemnly, "the widow"s your chief danger. She"ll ruin you. There"s only one thing for you to do, and that is what I"ve already advised you to do, and Louie, too, for that matter. You must fly."
"Oh, bosh!--how can I?"
"Leave of absence--sell out--any thing."
Jack shook his head, and gave a heavy sigh.
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
A FRIENDLY CALL.--PRELIMINARIES OF THE DUEL NEATLY ARRANGED.--A DAMP JOURNEY, AND DEPRESSED SPIRITS.--A SECLUDED SPOT.--DIFFICULTIES WHICH ATTEND A DUEL IN A CANADIAN SPRING.--A MASTERLY DECISION.
--DEBATES ABOUT THE NICETIES OF THE CODE OF HONOR.--WHO SHALL HAVE THE FIRST SHOT, STRUGGLE FOR PRECEDENCE.--A VERY SINGULAR AND OBSTINATE DISPUTE.--I SAVE O"HALLORAN FROM DEATH BY RHEUMATISM.
Before the close of the day a gentleman called on me from O"Halloran, whom I referred to Jack, and these two made arrangements for the duel.
It was to take place in a certain locality, which I do not intend to mention, and which was no matter how many miles out of town.
We left at an early hour, and the doctor accompanied us. Jack had sufficient foresight to fill the sleigh with all the refreshments that might be needed on such an occasion. We drove to O"Halloran"s house, where we found his sleigh waiting, with himself and a friend all ready to start. They led the way, and we followed.
It was a nasty time, the roads were terrible. They were neither one thing nor the other. There was nothing but a general mixture of ice heaps, slush, thawing snowdrifts, bare ground, and soft mud. Over this our progress was extremely slow. Added to this, the weather was abominable. It was warm, soft, slimy, and muggy. The atmosphere had changed into a universal drizzle, and was close and oppressive. At first O"Halloran"s face was often turned back to hail us with some jovial remark, to which we responded in a similar manner; but after a time silence settled on the party, and the closeness, and the damp, and the slow progress, reduced us one and all to a general state of sulkiness.
At length we came to a little settlement consisting of a half-dozen houses, one of which bore a sign on which we read the words _Hotel de France_. We kept on without stopping, and O"Halloran soon turned to the right, into a narrow track which went into the woods. In about half an hour we reached our destination. The sleighs drew up, and their occupants prepared for business.
It was a small cleared s.p.a.ce in the middle of the woods. The forest-trees arose all around, dim, gloomy, and dripping. The ground was dotted with decayed stumps, and covered with snow in a state of semi-liquefaction. Beneath all was wet; around all was wet; and above all was wet. The place with its surroundings was certainly the most dismal that I had ever seen, and the dank, dark, and dripping trees threw an additional gloom about it.
We had left Quebec before seven. It was after twelve when we reached this place.
"Well, me boy," said O"Halloran to me, with a gentle smile, "it"s an onsaisonable toime of year for a jool, but it can"t be helped--an" it"s a moighty uncomfortable pleece, so it is."
"We might have had it out in the road in a quiet way," said I, "without the trouble of coming here."
"The road!" exclaimed O"Halloran. "Be the powers, I"d have been deloighted to have had it in me oun parrulor. But what can we do? Sure it"s the barbarous legisleetin of this counthry, that throis to stoifle and raypriss the sintimints of honor, and the code of chivalry. Sure it"s a bad pleece intoirely. But you ought to see it in the summer.
It"s the most sayquisthered localeetee that ye could wish to see."
Saying this, O"Halloran turned to his friend and then to us.
"Gintlemin," said he, "allow me to inthrojuice to ye me very particular friend, Mr. Murtagh McGinty."
Mr. Murtagh McGinty rose and bowed, while we did the same, and disclosed the form of a tall, elderly, and rather dilapidated Irishman.
All this time we had remained in our sleighs. The surrounding scene had impressed us all very forcibly, and there was a general disinclination to get out. The expanse of snow, in its half-melted condition, was enough to deter any reasonable being. To get out was to plunge into an abyss of freezing slush.
A long discussion followed as to what ought to be done. Jack suggested trying the road; McGinty thought we might drive on farther. The doctor did not say any thing. At last O"Halloran solved the difficulty.
He proposed that we should all remain in the sleighs, and that we should make a circuit so as to bring the backs of the sleighs at the requisite distance from one another.
It was a brilliant suggestion; and no sooner was it made, than it was adopted by all. So the horses were started, and the sleighs were turned in the deep slush until their backs were presented to one another. To settle the exact distance was a matter of some difficulty, and it had to be decided by the seconds. Jack and McGinty soon got into an altercation, in which Jack appealed to the light of reason, and McGinty to a past that was full of experience. He overwhelmed Jack with so many precedents for his view of the case, that at last the latter was compelled to yield. Then we drove forward, and then backward; now we were too far away, again we were too near, and there didn"t appear to be any prospect of a settlement.
At last O"Halloran suggested that we should back the sleighs toward one another till they touched, and then his sleigh would move forward twelve paces.
"But who"s to pace them?" asked Jack.
"Why the horse, of course," said O"Halloran. "Sure it"s a regular pacer he is, and bred up to it, so he is."
To this Jack had nothing to say.
So the horses backed and the sleighs touched one another.
"Wait a minute McGinty, me boy," said O"Halloran--putting his hand on his friend"s arm--"let"s all take somethin" warrum. Me system is slowly conjaylin, an" such a steete of things is moighty onwholeaome."
This proposition was received with the same unanimity which had greeted O"Halloran"s other propositions. Flasks were brought out; and some minutes were pa.s.sed in a general, a couvivial, and a very affectionate interchange of courtesies.
"Me boy," said O"Halloran to me, affectionately, "ye haven"t had so much ixpayrieence as I have, so I"ll teek the liberty to give ye a small bit of instherruction. Whin ye foire, eem low! Moind that, now --ye"ll be sure to hit."
"Thank you," said I.
He wrung my hand heartily; and then motioning to McGinty, his sleigh started off, and advanced a few paces from ours, a little farther than the usual distance on such an occasion. With this he seemed to be satisfied, and, as n.o.body made any objection, we prepared for the business of the day.