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"
Mein
Gott
,
major
!
"
screamed
the
German
Boniface
,
rushing
out
from
behind
his
bar
;
where
,
up
to
this
time
,
he
had
been
standing
transfixed
with
fear
.
"
Mein
Gott
--
surely
the
shentlemens
pe
not
going
to
shoot
their
pisthols
inside
the
shaloon
:
Ach
!
they
'll
preak
all
my
pottles
,
and
my
shplendid
looking-glashes
,
an
my
crystal
clock
,
that
hash
cost
me
von
--
two
hundred
dollars
.
They
'll
shpill
my
pesht
liquors
--
ach
!
Major
,
it
'll
ruin
me
--
mein
Gott
--
it
will
!
"
"
Never
fear
,
Oberdoffer
!
"
rejoined
the
major
,
pausing
to
reply
.
"
No
doubt
you
'll
be
paid
for
the
damage
.
At
all
events
,
you
had
better
betake
yourself
to
some
place
of
safety
.
If
you
stay
in
your
saloon
you
'll
stand
a
good
chance
of
getting
a
bullet
through
your
body
,
and
that
would
be
worse
than
the
preaking
of
your
pottles
"
Without
further
parley
the
major
parted
from
the
unfortunate
landlord
,
and
hurried
across
the
threshold
into
the
street
,
whither
the
combatants
,
who
had
gone
out
by
separate
doors
,
had
already
preceded
him
.
"
Old
Duffer
,
"
left
standing
in
the
middle
of
his
sanded
floor
,
did
not
remain
long
in
that
perilous
position
.
In
six
seconds
after
the
major
's
coat-tail
had
disappeared
through
the
outer
door
,
an
inner
one
closed
upon
his
own
skirts
;
and
the
bar-room
,
with
its
camphine
lamps
,
its
sparkling
decanters
,
and
its
costly
mirrors
,
was
left
in
untenanted
silence
--
no
other
sound
being
heard
save
the
ticking
of
its
crystal
clock
.
Once
outside
,
the
major
took
no
further
part
in
the
affair
.
As
the
commanding
officer
of
the
post
,
it
would
have
been
out
of
place
for
him
to
have
given
encouragement
to
a
fight
--
even
by
his
interfering
to
see
that
it
should
be
a
fair
one
.
This
,
however
,
was
attended
to
by
the
younger
officers
;
who
at
once
set
about
arranging
the
conditions
of
the
duel
.
There
was
not
much
time
consumed
.
The
terms
had
been
expressed
already
;
and
it
only
remained
to
appoint
some
one
of
the
party
to
superintend
the
ringing
of
the
bell
,
which
was
to
be
the
signal
for
the
combat
to
commence
.
This
was
an
easy
matter
,
since
it
made
no
difference
who
might
be
entrusted
with
the
duty
.
A
child
might
have
sounded
the
summons
for
the
terrible
conflict
that
was
to
follow
.
A
stranger
,
chancing
at
that
moment
to
ride
into
the
rude
square
of
which
the
hotel
"
Rough
and
Ready
"
formed
nearly
a
side
,
would
have
been
sorely
puzzled
to
comprehend
what
was
coming
to
pass
.
The
night
was
rather
dark
,
though
there
was
still
light
enough
to
make
known
the
presence
of
a
conglomeration
of
human
beings
,
assembled
in
the
proximity
of
the
hotel
.
Most
were
in
military
garb
:
since
,
in
addition
to
the
officers
who
had
lately
figured
inside
the
saloon
,
others
,
along
with
such
soldiers
as
were
permitted
to
pass
the
sentries
,
had
hastened
down
from
the
Fort
on
receiving
intelligence
that
something
unusual
was
going
on
within
the
"
square
.
"
Women
,
too
,
but
scantily
robed
--
soldiers
'
wives
,
washerwomen
,
and
"
señoritas
"
of
more
questionable
calling
--
had
found
their
way
into
the
street
,
and
were
endeavouring
to
extract
from
those
who
had
forestalled
them
an
explanation
of
the
fracas
.
The
conversation
was
carried
on
in
low
tones
.
It
was
known
that
the
commandant
of
the
post
was
present
,
as
well
as
others
in
authority
;
and
this
checked
any
propensity
there
might
have
been
for
noisy
demonstration
.
