He says you insulted him." "Is that so ?" "It's just so, and he's going to dallenge you to a chewel--I mean challenge you to a duel." Frank whistled softly, elevating his brows a bit.
"What sort of a duel ?" he asked.
"Why, a regular duel with deadly weapons.

He's awfully in earnest, Frank, and he means to kill you if you don't apologize.

All the fellows are backing him; they think you will not fight." "Is that so?
Looking for me to show the white feather, are they?
Well, I like that!" "But you can't fight him! I tell you he's a fire eater! I've heard that his father killed a man in a duel." "And that makes the son dangerous! No, Harry, I can't afford to--What's all that racket ?" The sound of voices and of many feet ascending the stairs could be heard.

Harry turned pale.
"They're coming, Frank!" he exclaimed.

"It's the whole gang, and Diamond is with them.