If you are fortunate enough to survive, you will be heroes, and all your differences will be wiped off the slate.

But as one or both may fall, we, the citizens of Millville, hereby bid you a solemn and sad farewell." Impressed by this speech, Sizer's friends began to shake hands with him.
"All ready!" called West.

"One--two--three----go!" At the word the two, back to back, started for the opposite ends of the little street, and at once the crowd made a rush between the buildings to gain the rear, where they might witness the shooting in the lane when the duelists met.

Arthur had been thinking seriously during these proceedings and had made up his mind it was in no degree his duty to be bored full of holes by a drunken countryman like Bill Sizer, just because there had been a typographical error in the _Millville Tribune_.
So, when he got to the end of the street, instead of turning into the lane he made for the farm, holding the long dueling pistol gingerly in his hand and trotting at a good pace for home.
Footsteps followed him.

In sudden panic he increased his run; but the other was faster.