"Well, take your place," said Thorn.
"Well take your place," said Thorn seizing his pistol,--"and take your arms--put yourself at the end of the table----!"
"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.