“I’ll leave that to you.”
“In the morning at half-past five—provided we are all alive—in the little woods half a mile in the rear. Are these convenient for you?”
“Perfectly. We shall be there on time. Will you please bring weapons?”
“I shall be delighted,” replied the Frenchman. “Until the morning, then,” and the two French officers bowed themselves out.
“Well, you are into it now,” said Chester to Hal, after their visitors had gone. “Looks to me as though you had a fair chance of seeing the Happy Hunting Grounds before six o’clock to-morrow.”
Before Hal could reply another visitor poked his head through the door of the tent.
“Am I intruding?” he asked.
“Lieutenant Anderson!” exclaimed Chester. “Just the man I wanted to see.”
“What’s the matter now?” demanded the lieutenant.
“Matter is that Hal’s mixed up in a duel, to be pulled off in the morning.”