"We can't do that," I replied, after a moment's thought. "But I will tell you what we will do. We will say that during all our travels we never saw a man who could suck a sword hilt so gracefully as your friend."
"Pshaw," cried the Englishman with a grim smile, "don't let us trifle over the matter, it is too serious."
"I know that, and it's the very reason why I wish to settle the quarrel without bloodshed," I answered.
"Then you decline to apologize?" inquired Merriam, after a short pause, during which he helped himself to another cup of coffee.
"Only on the grounds which I have stated," I answered.
"And you still insist upon rifles being used?" continued he.
"A just regard which I have for my friend compels me to say that I cannot conscientiously consent to use any other weapon. At the same time I protest against being called to the field for a few words spoken in jest."
The Englishman slowly sipped his coffee and remained deep in thought, as though there was some matter on his mind in which he wished enlightenment, yet feared to broach the subject. At length he showed his hand, and I saw his move.
"The rifle is extensively used in America, I believe," Merriam said, carelessly.
"In some sections of the country it is a favorite weapon," I replied.