The old duellist made his choice with due deliberation. The Major indicated with a wave of his hand one of the spots which George had marked for the expected duellists. “Take your stand there, sir.” George Washington marched grandly up and planted himself with overwhelming dignity, whilst the Major, with the other pistol in his hand, quietly took his stand at the other position, facing him.
“George,” he said, “George Washington.”
“Suh.” George Washington was never so imposing.
“My principal, Mr. Pickering Lawrence, having failed to appear at the designated time and place to meet his engagement with Mr. Jefferson Lewis, I, as his second and representative, offer myself to take his place and assume any and all of his obligations.”
George Washington bowed grandly.
“Yes, suh, of cose,—dat is accordin’ to de Code,” he said with solemnity befitting the occasion.
The Major proceeded.
“And your principal, Mr. Jefferson Lewis, having likewise failed to appear at the proper time, you take his place.”
“Suh,” ejaculated George Washington, in sudden astonishment, turning his head slightly as if he were not certain he had heard correctly, “Marse Nat, jis say dat agin, please, suh?”
The Major elevated his voice and advanced his pistol slightly.