"Don't be afraid," he whispered, as he led me back to the verge of the clearing; "I have chosen the sword instead of the pistol expressly to spare his life." Those noble words (spoken by as brave and true a man as ever breathed) quieted me.

I knew Mr.Varleigh had earned the repute of being one of the finest swordsmen in Europe.
The duel began.

I was placed behind my master, and was consequently opposite to his antagonist.

The Captain stood on his defense, waiting for the other to attack.

Mr.Varleigh made a pass.