"Very well. I shall expect him at my hotel, the Imperial, after our arrival. We will arrange everything. It is all very simple. I fought a dozen duels before I was your age and always winged my man."
"Really!"
"Fact, I assure you. Keep your courage up."
"No fear of that," replied Jack. "I hope your principal will be as calm as I am."
"Oh! he won't show the white feather," answered Captain Cannon. "The Maltravers blood may be bad, but there isn't an ounce of cowardice in it. Good-by, we meet to-morrow."
Jack nodded, and seeing Captain Cannon out, excused himself to Mr. Mole and sent for Monday, to whom he confided the fact that he was going to France to fight a duel.
"You fight a jewell, Marse Jack?" said Monday; "what you want to do that for?"
"It is a point of honor. Don't you see? I struck this man and must give him satisfaction."
"You leave him to me and I put six inches of bowie-knife in him, for suah."
Monday's eyes gleamed like those of a cougar, and it was clear that he meant what he said.