Agricole refused to play.

'You shall play,' said Nancanou, and when the game was ended he said: 'Monsieur Agricola Fusilier, you cheated.' You see?
Just as I have frequently been tempted to remark to my friend, Mr.
Frowenfeld.
"But, Frowenfeld, you must know, withal the Creoles are such gamblers, they never cheat; they play absolutely fair.

So Agricole had to challenge the planter.

He could not be blamed for that; there was no choice--oh, now, Frowenfeld, keep quiet! I tell you there was no choice.
And the fellow was no coward.

He sent Agricole a clear title to the real estate and slaves,--lacking only the wife's signature,--accepted the challenge and fell dead at the first fire.
"Stop, now, and let me finish.