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"
No
—
you
don
’
t
know
Violet
.
She
’
s
very
hard
when
she
gets
an
advantage
over
you
.
We
’
ve
been
married
twelve
years
,
we
had
a
little
girl
seven
years
old
and
she
died
and
after
that
you
know
how
it
is
.
We
both
played
around
on
the
side
a
little
,
nothing
serious
but
drifting
apart
—
she
called
me
a
coward
out
there
tonight
.
"
Troubled
,
Rosemary
didn
’
t
answer
.
"
Well
,
we
’
ll
see
there
’
s
as
little
damage
done
as
possible
,
"
said
Abe
.
He
opened
the
leather
case
.
"
These
are
Barban
’
s
duelling
pistols
—
I
borrowed
them
so
you
could
get
familiar
with
them
.
He
carries
them
in
his
suitcase
.
"
He
weighed
one
of
the
archaic
weapons
in
his
hand
.
Rosemary
gave
an
exclamation
of
uneasiness
and
McKisco
looked
at
the
pistols
anxiously
.
"
Well
—
it
isn
’
t
as
if
we
were
going
to
stand
up
and
pot
each
other
with
forty
-
fives
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
Abe
cruelly
;
"
the
idea
is
you
can
sight
better
along
a
long
barrel
.
"
"
How
about
distance
?
"
asked
McKisco
.
"
I
’
ve
inquired
about
that
.
If
one
or
the
other
parties
has
to
be
definitely
eliminated
they
make
it
eight
paces
,
if
they
’
re
just
good
and
sore
it
’
s
twenty
paces
,
and
if
it
’
s
only
to
vindicate
their
honor
it
’
s
forty
paces
.
His
second
agreed
with
me
to
make
it
forty
.
"
"
That
’
s
good
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
wonderful
duel
in
a
novel
of
Pushkin
’
s
,
"
recollected
Abe
.
"
Each
man
stood
on
the
edge
of
a
precipice
,
so
if
he
was
hit
at
all
he
was
done
for
.
"
