"Do you think so?"
"Certainly; he is an officer—fighting is his trade."
"Well, let him."
"What'll you do?"
"Accept the challenge, of course."
"And fight?"
"Certainly."
"He'll shoot you."
"I'm not afraid."
Blake returned with his friend to his lodgings, where he found a billet already from Redmond, who was all eagerness to wing his rival.