We shall not go through any polite formalities," his eyes snapping viciously.
The two combatants took their places in the centre of the road.

The pistol arm of each hung at the side of the body.
"Are you ready, gentlemen ?" asked the Count, the barest tremor in his voice.
"Yes," said the Prince.
Hillars simply nodded.
"When I have counted three you will be at liberty to fire.

One!" The arms raised slowly till the pistols were on the level of the eyes.
"Two!" The innkeeper saw Hillars move his lips.

That was the only sign.
"Three!" The pistols exploded simultaneously.

The right arm of the Prince swung back violently, the smoking pistol flying from his hand.