“Why not?”
“You’d have a duel on your hands.”
“Rats!” said Duncan, contemptuously. “No one but a barbarian fights duels these days.”
“That shows how little you know about it,” said Shirley, stiffly.
“Would you fight a duel?” demanded Peck.
“Certainly, if honor demanded it.”
“Then you’d be a barbarian. Don’t you think so, Fuzzy?”
“I don’t think anything about it,” answered Woods, who had been vainly trying to catch Duncan’s eye and warn him that he was entering dangerous ground.
“Half barbarian and half fool,” continued Peck.
Shirley rose and stood erect, gazing straight at the visitor, with indignant eyes and reddening cheeks.