"One!" counted Barney.
"Uf he don'd run avay, I vas reaty to hear him abologize," murmured the Dutch lad.
"Say!" Ephraim hoarsely whispered to Sammy. "Git a rope an' tie me, quick! Hang me ef I don't believe my legs is goin' to run the best I kin do."
"Two!" counted Barney.
"Shimminy Gristmas! vere vas someding I can hide pehind?"
"Great thutteration! I'm a goner!"
"Three—fire!"
Both of the bold duelists turned their heads away, pointed the pistols at something, and fired.
Bang! bang!
Frank and Sammy Smiles let the eggs fly, and the aim of both was accurate.