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'
We may place our men, then, I think,' observed the officer, with as
much indifference as if the principals were chess-men, and the
seconds players.
'
I think we may,' replied Mr Snodgrass; who would have assented to
any proposition, because he knew nothing about the matter. The
officer crossed to Doctor Slammer, and Mr Snodgrass went up to Mr
Winkle.
'It's all ready,' said he, offering the pistol. 'Give me your cloak.'
'You have got the packet, my dear fellow,' said poor Winkle. 'All right,'
said Mr Snodgrass. 'Be steady, and wing him.'
It occurred to Mr Winkle that this advice was very like that which
bystanders invariably give to the smallest boy in a street fight, namely,
'
Go in, and win' - an admirable thing to recommend, if you only know
how to do it. He took off his cloak, however, in silence - it always took
a long time to undo that cloak - and accepted the pistol. The seconds
retired, the gentleman on the camp-stool did the same, and the
belligerents approached each other.
Mr Winkle was always remarkable for extreme humanity. It is
conjectured that his unwillingness to hurt a fellow-creature
intentionally was the cause of his shutting his eyes when he arrived at
the fatal spot; and that the circumstance of his eyes being closed,
prevented his observing the very extraordinary and unaccountable
demeanour of Doctor Slammer. That gentleman started, stared,
retreated, rubbed his eyes, stared again, and, finally, shouted, 'Stop,
stop!'
'What's all this?' said Doctor Slammer, as his friend and Mr Snodgrass
came running up; 'that's not the man.'
'
'
'
'
Not the man!' said Doctor Slammer's second.
Not the man!' said Mr Snodgrass.
Not the man!' said the gentleman with the camp-stool in his hand.
Certainly not,' replied the little doctor. 'That's not the person who
insulted me last night.'
'
'
Very extraordinary!' exclaimed the officer.
Very,' said the gentleman with the camp-stool. 'The only question is,
whether the gentleman, being on the ground, must not be considered,
as a matter of form, to be the individual who insulted our friend,
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