"But—the difference!" cried seconds and principals.
"Let's fight, not talk," says the Adjutant.
"That's my opinion, gentlemen, exactly," the Lieutenant responds.
"Where shall we go?"
"Anywhere!"
"Better get out into the chaparral," say the cautious seconds; "don't want a crowd. Come on!" continue the seconds, very valorously; "let's fight!"
"Here's the ground!" cries one, as the parties reach a chaparral, a mile or so from town; "here is our ground!"
The principals stared around as if rather uncertain about that, for the bushes were so thick and high that precious little ground was visible.
"It ain't worth while, gentlemen, to toss up for positions, is it?" says the Adjutant's second.
"No," cry both principals. "Measure off the ground, if you can find it; let us go to work."