“I’d go down on my face to him, Drew,” cried Frank excitedly.
“You won’t follow out his advice?”
“I will, and when everybody is there,” cried Frank. “He’s right, and I believe that the King will.”
Andrew was silent for some minutes, and they walked on, inadvertently going down by the water-side, and directing their steps to the clump of trees where the duel had taken place.
They passed over the ground in silence, each picturing the scene, and then went slowly on, so as to pass round the end of the canal—for such it was in those days—and return by the other side.
Andrew was the first to break the silence, Frank being plunged in deep thought over the doctor’s advice.
“You ought to be very proud of your father, Frank,” he said.
“I am,” was the laconic reply.
“My father, when I told him, said he behaved most gallantly, but that he ought to have killed his man.”
“Your father!” cried Frank, staring. “Why, when did you see your father?”