Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-07-13
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sand now, my wild sea birl," said the
tory redirecting his attention to me. ARE
you willing to clear yourself with my
friend here? Give fair explanation of
this affair if you can, or perhaps you would
like to make fine point of the matter with
me in some quiet spot. l might doubt my
rights to honorably cross swords with such
ss you in matter as private as this, but
will forego all objections and ask no terms.
All! but you have an excuse; you will doubt
less plead wound"
The deep insolence of his last remark
turned my dislike of the man to sudden
hatred. Twas not the words, but his more
than unbearable manner OF uttering them
that reused my ire and brought me to the
pitch of action. Had he been nearer, l
would have served him with my fist as had
served Lounsbury, and would have re-
GREETED it at once for its lack of dignity.
Forgetting for the moment my assumed role,
I stood where he had found me, and an
swered:
capt. Scammell, my calling is the sea.
You are but a marauding bushwhacker, nor
can the curse be rubbed off you by title or
hidden by fine trappings, and did you but
know it you would be honored by crossing
swords with me. As for an explanation, /
will satisfy you so far as to say that pun
ished your friend for insulting me, and, by
the God above me, if you wish to carry this
further, will punish you worse than did
kim! could but defend myself from him,
boy whose back could break across my
knee, so he goes harmless. As for you, ! will
fight you within the hour and ask for no
second,
"Good!" he broke in. ''Yo GU gave the name
to the weapon Let it be swords, and at
once. Remember" he went on with an
oath, and working himself into rage, TASK
NO quarter OF me. Up or down / give no
mercy; let Ioutrance be the word. !"
Nay, said /, tanned TO an equa. heat by
his blood-thirsty manner and the fury in
his eye-"nay, then, will not kill you. vii
lain as you are, but, should disarm you, or
you slip, l will beat you with the fat of my
sword until you roar for quarter, or break
every bone in your foul hide! Twill be
scant mercy, as you were better killed out
right Now look to it, for this will do, OF
my name is not Thorn-Lounsbury!"
caught myself just in time, and started
violently as I discovered the trip of my
tongue. Both the others likewise gave a
jump, but it Immediately transpired that
each had different cause
It was Scammel who first showed his rea-
son for thus starting, and that was through
the insult Ihad offered him in degrading him
by threatened beating. White with rage,
he threw aside the bride, and drawing his
heavy saber, advanced on me with torrent
of oaths.
Before I could do more than whip my left
arm out of it's sling and lift the bulky table
in defense (for was unarmed), the young
officer sprang between us.
Hold hard, ammcll!-Lounsbury! Are
you Capt. Lounsbury? Lounsbury, Of Rye?
BY my faith! but l came near making a
bull of it!-This thing can go no further
now, Scammell. I've been looking for the
man high and low for week. Clinton wants
him at once-at once! The order comes
from headquarters. What, man! Hold
hard!"
'Hold hard yourself" shouted the tory
as he tried to dodge the young officer. "Nc