"I wish we were back in the college; but I greatly fear we will be expelled in disgrace. It would kill our mothers."
"No; I think they would get over it; but I tell you, Fernando, my opinion is, it don't make much difference."
"Why?"
"The United States and England are going to fight. I got a paper last night, and it was chock full of fight, and as for your shootin' the lieutenant, I am sure everybody, even your mother and the faculty, will be glad of it. I only blame you for one thing."
"What is that, Sukey?"
"When you had such a good chance, why didn't you aim higher?"
The expression on Sukey's face was too ludicrous for even the young duelist, and he laughed in spite of himself.
"Helloa, there's the town," cried Sukey, as they rounded a headland and entered the mouth of a broad bay, standing in toward a beautiful village. This village has wholly disappeared. Railroads shunned it, and the water traffic being too small to support it, it degenerated into a village of fishermen, which, in 1837, was totally destroyed by fire, and has never been rebuilt. Before the war of 1812, it was a neat, flourishing little town.
"Is this the town you were spakin' about?" asked Terrence of the boatman.
"Yes, zur."