“I am to give it.”
“All right; and you remember how?”
“Yes! the word is, One—two; at the second you are to fire.”
“Let me hear you say them.”
“One—two.”
“No, no; that’s not it. One-two—sharp; don’t dwell on the interval; make them like syllables of one word.”
“One-two.”
“Yes, that’s it; and remember that you cough once before you begin. There, don’t let them see us talking together. Give me a shake hands, and leave me.”
“That man is nervous, or I am much mistaken,” said Graham’s invalid friend to the colonel; and they both looked towards Calvert, who with his hat drawn down over his brows, walked lazily to his ground.
“It is not the reputation he has,” whispered the colonel. “Be calm, Graham; be as cool as the other fellow.”