"Read it, my friend," he said, as he handed it to Mr. Leányfalvy.
"Well, at any rate, now you know where you are."
"Know it, indeed I do," answered Ráby, as he grimly folded up the note, and placed it in his coat pocket.
"And pray what do you mean to do?"
"First, I would have a four-horse coach."
"You shall have it sure enough. And then——?"
"Then I'll go home and fetch my pistols and sword; look for a second, and then—either he or I are dead men."
"That's it! It's the only way. Only see to it that you think it out accurately. Suppose your opponent wants to fight with swords? Perhaps he's an out-and-out swordsman."
"What does that matter? The sword will satisfy equally the duelling regulations, and will merely prove which of us can fence the better."
"Good! But take this much warning. The judge is a very cunning man; you will have to be on your guard. Be careful not to be the first to draw the sword, else he'll be hanging round your neck an attainder in pursuance of an antiquated law which rules that 'he who first draws the sword shall be held to incur blood-guiltiness.'"