“It is enough, gentlemen. Don Guzman's honor is satisfied!”
“But not my revenge, senor,” says the Spaniard, with a frown. “This duel is a l'outrance, on my part; and, I believe, on Mr. Cary's also.”
“By heaven, it is!” says Will, trying to push past. “Let me go, Arthur St. Leger; one of us must down. Let me go, I say!”
“If you stir, Mr. Cary, you have to do with Richard Grenville!” thunders the lion voice. “I am angry enough with you for having brought on this duel at all. Don't provoke me still further, young hot-head!”
Cary stops sulkily.
“You do not know all, Sir Richard, or you would not speak in this way.”
“I do, sir, all; and I shall have the honor of talking it over with Don Guzman myself.”
“Hey!” said the Spaniard. “You came here as my second, Sir Richard, as I understood, but not as my counsellor.”
“Arthur, take your man away! Cary! obey me as you would your father, sir! Can you not trust Richard Grenville?”
“Come away, for God's sake!” says poor Arthur, dragging Cary's sword from him; “Sir Richard must know best!”