“No, to be sure,” gravely replied Miss Sibby, quite unconscious that she was laughed at.
“There! There’s Le! Hello, old fellow! Come in!” cried Roland, starting up and tearing open the front door as he saw young Force ride up and fling himself from the saddle.
“Why, what in the—deuce is the matter with you, old boy?” demanded the young sailor, on seeing the grave aspect of his friend’s countenance.
“I want you to do a favor for me, Bayard,” said Le, pausing on the outside of the door, and speaking in a whisper.
“It is done!” exclaimed Roland, seizing his friend’s hand and slapping his own into it.
“I want you to take a challenge for me.”
“A—what?”
“A challenge!”
“Heaven, earth and—t’other place! Whom are you about to challenge?”
“That miscreant Anglesea.”