“Fight?” he screamed. “Yes; if you'll fight fair, you kicking froggy!”
“As to the weapons,” I replied, “I am willing to leave that question in the hands of our seconds—swords or pistols—it is all the same to me.”
He looked for a moment a little taken aback by my readiness.
“Ah,” I smiled, “you do not enjoy the prospect very much?”
“If you think I'm going to funk you with any dashed weapons, you are mistaken,” said Teddy, hotly. “We don't fight like that in England, but I won't stand upon that. My second is Dick Shafthead.”
“And I shall request Mr. Tonks to act for me,” I replied. “The sooner the better, I presume?”
“To-morrow morning will suit me,” said he.
“Very well,” I answered. “I shall now send a note by my servant to Mr. Tonks.”
I bowed with scrupulous politeness, and he, with an endeavor to imitate this courtesy, withdrew.
Then I rang for Halfred.