I've seen some of your fine work before.

If I wasn't a prisoner under guard I'd give you a lesson you'd remember as long as you lived." I stood holding my breath, looking at him, scarcely less angry than he, yet outwardly cool.
"You would give me a lesson ?" "I spoke plainly enough, I hope.

This is a personal matter between us, and you know it, and a Southern gentleman settles his own affairs.

Only a Yankee coward would hide behind his authority." "And you think I do ?" He glanced about, with a wave of the hand at the guards.
"Doesn't it look like it ?" he asked sarcastically.
The sneer cut me to the quick, cut me so sharply I replied before stopping to reflect.

If he wished to fight me I would give him a chance; either he must make good his boasting or have his bluff called.