I said, "Indeed, sir, things are not as bad as they seem.

Considering the character of the weapons, the limited number of shots allowed, the generous distance, the impenetrable solidity of the fog, and the added fact that one of the combatants is one-eyed and the other cross-eyed and near-sighted, it seems to me that this conflict need not necessarily be fatal.

There are chances that both of you may survive.

Therefore, cheer up; do not be downhearted." This speech had so good an effect that my principal immediately stretched forth his hand and said, "I am myself again; give me the weapon." I laid it, all lonely and forlorn, in the center of the vast solitude of his palm.

He gazed at it and shuddered.