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“The watch, of course, will be yours,” said George, taking out his grandfather’s gold watch and looking at it. “Why, two hours and a half are gone! ‘Tis time that Sady should be back with the pistols. Take the watch, Harry, dear.”

“It’s no good!” cried out Harry, flinging his arms round his brother. “If he fights you, I’ll fight him, too. If he kills my Georgie, he shall have a shot at me!” cried the poor lad.

Meanwhile, Mr. Washington had written five letters in his large resolute hand, and sealed them with his seal. One was to his mother, at Mount Vernon; one to his brother; one was addressed M.C. only; and one to his Excellency, Major-General Braddock. “And one, young gentlemen, is for your mother, Madame Esmond,” said the boys’ informant.

It was the landlord of the tavern who communicated these facts to the young men. The Captain had put on his old militia uniform to do honour to the occasion, and informed the boys that the “Colonel was walking up and down the garden a-waiting for ’em, and that the Reg’lars was a’most sober, too, by this time.”

A plot of ground near the Captain’s log house had been enclosed with shingles, and cleared for a kitchen-garden; there indeed paced Colonel Washington, his hands behind his back, his head bowed down, a grave sorrow on his handsome face. The negro servants were crowded at the palings and looking over. The officers under the porch had wakened up also, as their host remarked.

There, then, stalked the tall young Colonel, plunged in dismal meditation. There was no way out of his scrape, but the usual cruel one, which the laws of honour and the practice of the country ordered. Goaded into fury by the impertinence of a boy, he had used insulting words. The young man had asked for reparation. He was shocked to think that George Warrington’s jealousy and revenge should have rankled in the young fellow so long; but the wrong had been the Colonel’s, and he was bound to pay the forfeit.

A great hallooing and shouting, such as negroes use, who love noise at all times, was now heard at a distance, and all heads were turned in the direction of this outcry. It came from the road over which our travellers had themselves passed three hours before, and presently the clattering of a horse’s hoofs was heard, and now Mr. Sady made his appearance on his foaming horse. Presently he was in the court-yard, and was dismounting.

“Sady, sir, come here!” roars out Master Harry.

“Sady, come here, confound you!” shouts Master George.

“Come directly, Mas’r,” says Sady. He grins. He takes the pistols out of the holster. He snaps the locks. He points them at a grunter, which plunges through the farm-yard. He points down the road, over which he has just galloped, and says again, “Comin’, Mas’r. Everybody a-comin’.” And now, the gallop of other horses is heard. And who is yonder? Little Mr. Dempster, spurring and digging into his pony; and that lady in a riding-habit on Madame Esmond’s little horse–can it be Madame Esmond? No. It is too stout. As I live it is Mrs. Mountain on Madame’s grey!”

“O Lor’! O Golly! Hoop! Here dey come! Hurray!”

Dr. Dempster and Mrs. Mountain having clattered into the yard, jumped from their horses, and ran to the garden where George and Harry were walking, their tall enemy stalking opposite to them; and almost ere George Warrington had time sternly to say, “What do you here, Madame?” Mrs. Mountain flung her arms round his neck and cried: “Oh, George, my darling! It’s a mistake! It’s a mistake, and is all my fault!”

“What’s a mistake?” asks George, majestically separating himself from the embrace.

“What is it, Mounty?” cries Harry, all of a tremble.

“That paper I took out of his portfolio, that paper I picked up, children; where the Colonel says he is going to marry a widow with two children. Well, it’s–it’s not your mother. It’s that little Widow Custis whom the Colonel is going to marry. It’s not Mrs. Rachel Warrington. He told Madame so to-day, just before he was going away, and that the marriage was to come off after the campaign. And–and your mother is furious, boys. And when Sady came for the pistols, and told the whole house how you were going to fight, I told him to fire the pistols off; and I galloped after him, and I’ve nearly broken my poor old bones in coming to you.”