Still," he added, rolling up his sleeves, "I hope you will not deprive yourself or me of the privilege of settling this little business." "I will be glad," said Ranald, his eyes once more lighting up.

"Very glad indeed, if you wish." "Nonsense," cried Harry, passionately, "I tell you I will not have it.
He has given you ample apology, De Lacy; and you, Ranald, I thought a Macdonald never fought except for sufficient cause!" Harry remembered the fighting rule of the Macdonald gang.
"That is true," said Ranald, gravely, "but it was a cruel blow," pointing to Rouleau, who, supported by LeNoir, was sitting on a chair, his face badly cut and bleeding, "and that, too, after taking from him the wages of six months in the bush!" "I suppose you admit the game was fair," said the lieutenant, moving nearer to Ranald, the threat in his tone evident to all.
"The game was fair," said Ranald, facing De Lacy, "but I will say the lad was no fair match for you!" "He chose to risk his money, which you were not willing to do." De Lacy felt that he was being put in an unpleasant light and was determined to anger Ranald beyond control.

Ranald caught the sneer.
"If I did not play," he cried, hotly, "it was for no fear of you or any of you.

It was no man's game whatever," he continued, contemptuously.
"Now, De Lacy," cried Harry, again, "let this stop.

The man who fights will first fight me!" "Perhaps Mr.Macdonald would show us how the game should be played," said Mr.Sims, coming as near to a sneer as he dared.
"It would not be hard to show you this game," said Ranald, ignoring Mr.
Sims, and looking the lieutenant in the eyes, "or perhaps the other!" "Good!" cried Harry, gladly seizing the opportunity of averting a fight.
"The game! Take your places, gentlemen!" The lieutenant hesitated for a moment, as if uncertain what to do.