Captain Bell, if you will examine the weapons, we will then confer as to the word and the method of firing." "I prefer choosing my own pistol," broke in Le Gaire bluntly, "and loading it as well." Hardy's face flushed, his eyes hardening.
"As you please, sir," he retorted, "but I might construe those words as a reflection on my integrity." "When a Confederate officer takes the side of a Yank," was the instant angry response, "he can hardly claim much consideration." "Captain Le Gaire," and Hardy's voice rang, "you have enough on your hands at present without venturing to insult me, I should suppose.

But don't go too far, sir." "Gentlemen," broke in Bell excitedly, "this must not go on.

Le Gaire, if you say another word, I shall withdraw entirely." The Louisianian smiled grimly, but walked over to the weapon case, and picked up the two derringers, testing their weight, and the length of barrel.

Hardy stared at him, his lips compressed.
"Well," he burst forth at last, "are you satisfied, sir ?" "I'll choose this," insolently, and dropping the other back into its place.

"Where is the powder and ball ?" The major pointed without daring to speak.
"All right; don't mind me.