"Any place suits me," said Chester. "And the weapons?"
"The choice lies with you, monsieur."
"Very good," said Chester. "Revolvers at ten paces!"
"Ten paces!" exclaimed one of the Frenchmen, stepping back in surprise.
"Surely monsieur is jesting!"
"Not a bit of it," replied Chester quietly. "I want to get close enough to make sure I can't miss him."
"But, monsieur," protested one of the Frenchmen, "it will make it that much easier for your opponent to hit you also."
"He won't hit me," said Chester. "Don't you worry about that. Revolvers at ten paces, or there will be no fight."
The French officer who had volunteered to act as the other's second bowed.
"It shall be as monsieur desires," he said.
The revolvers of the others, which had covered Hal, were now lowered, and the lad was allowed to pick up his weapons. He approached Chester.