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M’Creagh then said:

‘Mr. M’Donough, is your principal ready?’

M’Donough replied in the affirmative; and, after a slight pause, the captain, as had been arranged, uttered the words:

‘Ready–fire.’

O’Connor fired, but so wide of the mark that some one in the crowd exclaimed:

‘Fired in the air.’

‘Who says he fired in the air?’ thundered Fitzgerald. ‘By —-he lies, whoever he is.’ There was a silence. ‘But even if he was fool enough to fire in the air, it is not in HIS power to put an end to the quarrel by THAT. D—-my soul, if I am come here to be played with like a child, and by the Almighty —-you shall hear more of this, each and everyone of you, before I’m satisfied.’

A kind of low murmur, or rather groan, was now raised, and a slight motion was observable in the crowd, as if to intercept Fitzgerald’s passage to his horse. M’Creagh, drawing the horse close to the spot where Fitzgerald stood, threatened, with the most awful imprecations, ‘to blow the brains out of the first man who should dare to press on them.’

O’Connor now interfered, requesting the crowd to forbear, and some degree of order was restored. He then said, ‘that in firing as he did, he had no intention whatever of waiving his right of firing upon Fitzgerald, and of depriving that gentleman of his right of prosecuting the affair to the utmost–that if any person present imagined that he intended to fire in the air, he begged to set him right; since, so far from seeking to exort an unwilling reconciliation, he was determined that no power on earth should induce him to concede one inch of ground to Mr. Fitzgerald.’

This announcement was received with a shout by the crowd, who now resumed their places at either side of the plot of ground which had been measured. The principals took their places once more, and M’Creagh proceeded, with the nicest and most anxious care, to load the pistols; and this task being accomplished, Fitzgerald whispered something in the Captain’s ear, who instantly drew his friend’s horse so as to place him within a step of his rider, and then tightened the girths. This accomplished, Fitzgerald proceeded deliberately to remove his coat, which he threw across his horse in front of the saddle; and then, with the assistance of M’Creagh, he rolled the shirt sleeve up to the shoulder, so as to leave the whole of his muscular arm perfectly naked. A cry of ‘Coward, coward! butcher, butcher!’ arose from the crowd. Fitzgerald paused.

‘Do you object, Mr. M’Donough? and upon what grounds, if you please?’ said he.

‘Certainly he does not,’ replied O’Connor; and, turning to M’Donough, he added, ‘pray let there be no unnecessary delay.’

‘There is no objection, then,’ said Fitzgerald.

‘I object,’ said the younger of the O’Gradys, ‘if nobody else will.’

‘ And who the devil are you, that DARES to object?’ shouted Fitzgerald; ‘and what d–d presumption prompts you to DARE to wag your tongue here?’

‘I am Mr. O’Grady, of Castle Blake,’ replied the young man, now much enraged; ‘and by —-, you shall answer for your language to me.’

‘Shall I, by —-? Shall I?’ cried he, with a laugh of brutal scorn; ‘the more the merrier, d–n the doubt of it–so now hold your tongue, for I promise you you shall have business enough of your own to think about, and that before long.’

There was an appalling ferocity in his tone and manner which no words could convey. He seemed transformed; he was actually like a man possessed. Was it possible, I thought, that I beheld the courteous gentleman, the gay, good-humoured retailer of amusing anecdote with whom, scarce two days ago, I had laughed and chatted, in the blasphemous and murderous ruffian who glared and stormed before me!

O’Connor interposed, and requested that time should not be unnecessarily lost.

‘You have not got a second coat on?’ inquired the Captain. ‘I beg pardon, but my duty to my friend requires that I should ascertain the point.’