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〃Do you talk of chastising Don Miguel de Mendoza？ Senor； I will wash out that insult with your blood！〃
〃Excellent！ It is at your service for the taking。 But； lest we disturb the repose of our friends yonder； let us seek a more convenient spot。 I noticed a very pretty little glade on the right as I rode over here。 You are armed？ Good！ we will have this little affair adjusted within half an hour。 Yonder starthe planet of love； senorshall see fair play。 Andamos！〃
CHAPTER V。
Having mounted their steeds； the two sanguinary young gentlemen rode onwards； side by side； but in silence； for the souls of those who have resolved to slay each other find small delight in vain conversation。 Moreover； there is that in the conscious proximity of death which stimulates to thought much more than to speech。 But Freeman preserved an outward demeanor of complacent calm； as one who doubts not； nor dreads； the issue； and； indeed； this was not the first time by many that he had taken his life in his hand and brought it unscathed through dangers。 Don Miguel； on the other hand； was troubled in spirit； and uneasy in the flesh。 He was one soon hot and soon cold； and this long ride to the decisive event went much against his stomach。 If the conflict had taken place there in the garden； while the fire of the insult was yet scorching him； he could have fought it out with good will； but now the night air seemed chiller and chiller； and its frigidity crept into his nerves： he doubted of the steadiness of his aim； bethought himself that the darkness was detrimental to accurate shooting； and wondered whether Senor Freeman would think it necessary to fight across a handkerchief。 He could not help regretting； too； that the quarrel had not been occasioned by some more definite and satisfactory provocation；something which merely to think of would steel the heart to irrevocable murderousness。 But no blow had passed； even the words； though bitter to swallow； had been wrapt in the phrases of courtesy； and perhaps the whole affair was the result of some misapprehension。 He stole a look at the face of his companion； and the latter's air of confident and cheerful serenity made him feel worse than ever。 Was he being brought out here to be butchered for nothing；he； Don Miguel de Mendoza； who had looked forward to many pleasures in this life？ It was too bad。 It was true； the fortune of war might turn the other way； but Don Miguel was aware of a sensation in his bones which made this hope weak。
At length Freeman drew rein and glanced around him。 They were in a lonely and Don Miguel thoughta most desolate and unattractive spot。 An open space of about half an acre was bounded on one side by a growth of wild mustard； whose slender stalks rose to more than the height of a man's head。 On the other side was a grove of live…oak； and in front； the ground fell away in a rugged； bush…grown declivity。
〃It strikes me that this is just about what we want；〃 remarked Freeman； in his full； cheerful tones。 〃We are half a mile from the road； the ground is fairly level； and there's no possibility of our being disturbed。 I was thinking； this afternoon； as I passed through here； what an ideal spot it was for just such a little affair as you and I are bent on。 But I didn't venture to anticipate such speedy good fortune as your obliging condescension has brought to pass； Don Miguel。〃
〃Caramba！〃 muttered the senor； shivering。 He might have said more； but was unwilling to trust his voice； or to waste nervous energy。
Meanwhile； Freeman had dismounted； and was tethering his horse。 It occurred to the senor that it would be easy to pull his gun； send a bullet through his companion； and gallop away。 He did not yield to this temptation； partly from traditional feeling that it would not be suitable conduct for a De Mendoza； partly because he might miss the shot or only inflict a wound； and partly because such deeds demand a nerve which； at that moment； was not altogether at his command。 Instead； he slowly dismounted himself； and wondered whether it would ever be vouchsafed him to sit in that saddle again。
Freeman now produced his revolver； a handsome； silver…mounted weapon； that looked business…like。 〃What sort of a machine is yours？〃 he inquired； pleasantly。 〃You can take your choice。 I'm not particular； but I can recommend this as a sure thing； if you would like to try it。 It never misses at twenty paces。〃
〃Twenty paces？〃 repeated Don Miguel； with a faint gleam of hope。
〃Of course we won't have any twenty paces to…night； 〃added Freeman； with a laugh。 〃I thought it might be a good plan to start at； say； fifteen； and advance firing。 In that way； one or other of us will be certain to do something sooner or later。 Would that arrangement be agreeable to Senor de Mendoza？〃
〃Valga me Dios！ I am content；〃 said the latter； fetching a deep breath； and setting his teeth。 〃I will keep my weapon。〃
〃Muy buen；〃 returned the American。 〃So now let us take our ground： that is； if you are quite ready？〃
Accordingly they selected their stations； facing respectively about north and south； with the planet of love between them； as it were。 〃Oblige me by giving the word； senor；〃 said Freeman； cocking his weapon。
But Don Miguel was staring with perturbed visage at something behind his antagonist。 〃Santa Maria！〃 he faltered； 〃what is yonder？ It is a spirit！〃
Freeman had his wits about him； and perhaps entertained a not too high opinion of Mexican fair play。 So； before turning round； he advanced till he was alongside his companion。 Then he looked； and saw something which was certainly enigmatic。
Among the wild…mustard plants there appeared a moving luminosity； having an irregular； dancing motion； as of a will…o'…the… wisp singularly agitated。 Sometimes it uplifted itself on high； then plunged downwards； and again jerked itself from side to side； occasionally it would quite vanish for an instant。 Accompanying this manifestation there was a clawing and reaching of shadowy arms： altogether； it was as if some titanic spectral grasshopper； with a heart of fire； were writhing and kicking in convulsions of phantom agony。 Such an apparition； in an hour and a place so lonely； might stagger a less superstitious soul than that of Don Miguel de Mendoza。
Freeman gazed at it for a moment in silence。 It mystified him； and then irritated him。 When one is bent heart and soul upon an important enterprise； any interruption is an annoyance。 Perhaps there was in the young American's nature just enough remains of belief in witches and hobgoblins to make him feel warranted in resorting to extreme measures。 At any rate； he lifted his revolver； and fired。
It was a long shot for a revolver： nevertheless it took effect。 The luminous object disappeared with a faint explosive sound； followed by a shout unmistakably human。 The long stems of the wild mustard swayed and parted； and out sprang a figure； which ran straight towards the two young men。
Hereupon； Don Miguel； hissing out an appeal to the Virgin and the saints； turned and fled。
Meanwhile； the mysterious figure continued its onward career； and Freeman once more levelled his weapon；when a voice；