The Major looked at him quizzically as he rammed the ball down hard. He was so skilful that George at length added condescendingly, “But I see you ain’ forgit how to handle dose things.”
The Major modestly admitted, as he put on a cap, that he used to be a pretty fair shot, and George Washington in an attitude as declarative of his pride in the occasion as his inebriated state admitted, was looking on with an expression of supreme complacency, when the Major levelled the weapon and sighted along its barrel. George Washington gave a jump which sent his cherished beaver bouncing twenty feet.
“Look out, Marse Nat! Don’ handle dat thing so keerless, please, suh.”
The Major explained that he was just trying its weight, and declared that it “came up beautifully;” to which George Washington after he had regained his damaged helmet assented with a somewhat unsteady voice. The Major looked at his watch and up at the trees, the tops of which were still brightened with the reflection from the sunset sky, and muttered an objurgation at the failure of the principals to appear, vowing that he never before knew of a similar case, and that at least he had not expected Jeff to fail to come to time. George Washington again proudly announced that he represented Jeff and that it was “that urr gent’man what had done fly de track, that urr gent’man what you ripre-sents, Marse Nat.” He spoke with unveiled contempt.
The Major suddenly turned on him.
“George Washington!”
“Suh!” He faced him.
“If my principal fails to appear, I must take his place. The rule is, the second takes the place of his non-appearing principal.”
“In cose dat’s de rule,” declared George Washington as if it were his own suggestion; “de secon’ tecks de place o’ de non-repearin’ sprinciple, and dat’s what mecks me say what I does, dat man is done run away, suh, dat’s what’s de motter wid him. He’s jes’ nat-chelly skeered. He couldn’ face dem things, suh.” He nodded towards the pistols, his thumbs stuck in the armholes of his flowered velvet vest. As the Major bowed George Washington continued with a hiccough, “He ain’ like we gent’mens whar’s ust to ‘em an’ don’ mine ‘em no mo’ ‘n pop-crackers.”
“George Washington,” said the Major, solemnly, with his eyes set on George Washington’s velvet waistcoat, “take your choice of these pistols.”