Both baskets were filled with eggs!
“Eggs?” gasped Fitts.
“Eggs?” breathed Gunn.
“Eggs-actly,” chuckled Brad Buckhart.
“Why, I—I don’t understand!” faltered the professor.
“What does this mean, gentlemen?” demanded the major. “Will yo’ kindly explain it?”
“Having the choice of weapons,” said Dick, “I decided on eggs, good and rank. Here they are. Only fools fight duels over trivial things with deadly weapons. With these eggs you cannot kill each other, but you can soak each other to your hearts’ content and thus satisfy your wounded honor.”
“But, suh, I never heard of such a thing, suh!” exploded Fitts. “It is ridiculous!”
“All right,” returned Dick. “If you object, I have brought these.”
He produced two huge pistols.