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"
Damn
me
if
I
care
!
I
shall
be
the
last
to
let
it
pass
unpunished
.
Stand
out
of
the
way
,
major
.
The
quarrel
is
not
yours
--
you
have
no
right
to
interfere
!
"
"
Indeed
!
Ha
!
ha
!
Sloman
!
Hancock
!
Crossman
!
hear
that
?
I
have
no
right
to
interfere
!
Hark
ye
,
Mr
Cassius
Calhoun
,
ex-captain
of
volunteers
!
Know
you
where
you
are
,
sir
?
Do
n't
fancy
yourself
in
the
state
of
Mississippi
--
among
your
slave-whipping
chivalry
.
This
,
sir
,
is
a
military
post
--
under
military
law
--
my
humble
self
its
present
administrator
.
I
therefore
command
you
to
return
your
six-shooter
to
the
holster
from
which
you
have
taken
it
.
This
instant
too
,
or
you
shall
go
to
the
guard-house
,
like
the
humblest
soldier
in
the
cantonment
!
"
"
Indeed
!
"
sneeringly
replied
the
Mississippian
.
"
What
a
fine
country
you
intend
Texas
to
become
!
I
suppose
a
man
must
n't
fight
,
however
much
aggrieved
,
without
first
obtaining
a
licence
from
Major
Ringwood
?
Is
that
to
be
the
law
of
the
land
?
"
"
Not
a
bit
of
it
,
"
retorted
the
major
.
"
I
'm
not
the
man
--
never
was
--
to
stand
in
the
way
of
the
honest
adjustment
of
a
quarrel
.
You
shall
be
quite
at
liberty
--
you
and
your
antagonist
--
to
kill
one
another
,
if
it
so
please
you
.
But
not
just
now
.
You
must
perceive
,
Mr
Calhoun
,
that
your
sport
endangers
the
lives
of
other
people
,
who
have
not
the
slightest
interest
in
it
.
I
've
no
idea
of
being
bored
by
a
bullet
not
intended
for
me
.
Wait
till
the
rest
of
us
can
withdraw
to
a
safe
distance
;
and
you
may
crack
away
to
your
heart
's
content
.
Now
,
sir
,
will
that
be
agreeable
to
you
?
"
Had
the
major
been
a
man
of
ordinary
character
his
commands
might
have
been
disregarded
.
But
to
his
official
weight
,
as
chief
officer
of
the
post
,
was
added
a
certain
reverence
due
to
seniority
in
age
--
along
with
respect
for
one
who
was
himself
known
to
wield
a
weapon
with
dangerous
skill
,
and
who
allowed
no
trilling
with
his
authority
.
His
sabre
had
not
been
unsheathed
by
way
of
empty
gesticulation
.
The
disputants
knew
it
;
and
by
simultaneous
consent
lowered
the
muzzles
of
their
pistols
--
still
holding
them
in
hand
.
Calhoun
stood
,
with
sullen
brow
,
gritting
his
teeth
,
like
a
beast
of
prey
momentarily
withheld
from
making
attack
upon
its
victim
;
while
the
mustanger
appeared
to
take
things
as
coolly
as
if
neither
angry
,
nor
an
Irishman
.
"
I
suppose
you
are
determined
upon
fighting
?
"
said
the
major
,
knowing
that
,
there
was
not
much
chance
of
adjusting
the
quarrel
.
"
I
have
no
particular
wish
for
it
,
"
modestly
responded
Maurice
.
"
If
Mr
Calhoun
will
apologise
for
what
he
has
said
,
and
also
what
he
has
done
--
"
