What the old darky thought was coming I do not know, but I learned afterwards, that as soon as he had closed the door behind the visitors, he mounted the stairs three steps at a time, grabbed up the case of pistols from his master’s dressing-table, pulled the corks from their mouths, and hurrying down laid the case and its contents on the hall table to be ready for instant use.
The announcement of Klutchem’s name brought the Colonel to his feet as straight as a ramrod.
“It’s all right, Colonel,” said Fitz, noting the color rise in his friend’s face. “Mr. Klutchem and I have settled all our differences. He has just offered me a barrel of Consolidated, and at my own price. That fight’s all over, and I bear him no grudge. As to yourself, he has come up to tell you how sorry he is for what occurred yesterday, and to make any reparation to you in his power.”
Klutchem had not intended to go so far as that, and he winced a little under Fitz’s allusion to the “barrel,” but he was in for it now, and would follow Fitz’s lead to the end. Then again, the papers in the Consolidated matter would not be signed until the morning.
“Yes, Carter, I’m sorry. Fact is, I misunderstood you. I was very busy, you remember, and I’m sorry, too, for what occurred at the police-station; that, however, you know I couldn’t help.”
The omission of the Virginian’s title scraped the skin from the Colonel’s amour propre, but the words “I’m sorry” coming immediately thereafter healed the wound.
The military bearing of our host began to relax.
“And you have come here with my friend Mr. Fitzpatrick to tell me this?”
“I have.”
“And you intended no reflection on my honor when you—when you—handed me back my secu’ities?”