"I mean that there is a Supreme Disposer of all things, who, among the rest, has our lives in his hand. And now, Sir, I will give you that chance at my life for which you have been so eagerly wishing."
"Well, take your place," said Thorn, seizing his pistol, "and take your arms, put yourself at the end of the table, never mind the noise!"
"I shall stand here," said Mr. Carleton, quietly folding his arms; "you may take your place where you please."
"But you are not armed," said Thorn, impatiently: "why don't you get ready? what are you waiting for?"
"I have nothing to do with arms," said Mr. Carleton, smiling; "I have no wish to hurt you, Mr. Thorn; I bear you no ill- will. But you may do what you please with me."
"But you promised!" said Thorn, in desperation.
"I abide by my promise, Sir."
Thorn's pistol hand fell he looked dreadfully. There was a silence of several minutes.
"Well?" said Mr. Carleton, looking up and smiling.
"I can do nothing, unless you will," said Thorn, hoarsely, and looking hurriedly away.