“Daybreak to-morrow, if it suits you.”
“That’s all right.”
“The weapons——”
“We have the choice of weapons,” interrupted Merriwell.
“And you choose swords—or pistols?”
“We will not only choose the weapons, we’ll provide them,” said the boy. “I’ll have them on hand, Mr. Achmet.”
“But it is customary to settle all these little details in advance, boy.”
“You have forced this affair on Professor Gunn. I guarantee that he will be on hand at the appointed time to-morrow morning. I also guarantee that he will have the weapons. If you’re not satisfied with that, get out of these rooms and cease to annoy us further.”
“That’s business!” cried Buckhart.
Achmet seemed to think a moment, but he finally bowed, retreating gracefully toward the door.