"It's really too bad that duelling has gone out of fashion," declared "Peewee," reflectively. "Really, a nice little set-to with either swords or pistols would come as a pleasant change."
"Thinking it over," remarked Bodkins, "I shouldn't mind a bit acting as a second. I'm pining for some excitement. Couldn't the old custom be revived?"
"At any rate, joking aside, I intend to get satisfaction," grinned Chase. "And I shan't be satisfied until I do."
"Let's catch that mysterious poilu and make him listen to some of Bodkins' music," suggested "Peewee."
"No inhuman revenge for me!" laughed Chase. "At the very first opportunity I'll run over to the Cheval Noir and have that third meeting. Boys, I think you'd better chip in and hire a man with a motion picture outfit to film the interview."
"It ought to be a scream," grinned Ravenstock.
"The whole affair is really quite extraordinary," put in Dunstan, thoughtfully.
"It's still much—too much—like one of those confounded 'to-be-continued' yarns," complained "Peewee." "Only, they come to an end some time and this one never will."
"''Tis true, 'tis pity; and pity 'tis 'tis true,'" quoted Bodkins, with his usual giggle.
Dunstan nodded, while Don exclaimed, shrugging his shoulder: