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Chapter 19

           Havingdepositedhisglassuponthecounter,hehaddrawnasilkhandkerchieffromhispocket,andwaswipingfromhisembroideredshirtbosomthedefilementofthespiltwhisky.

           Therewasanimperturbablecoolnessabouttheaction,scarcecompatiblewiththeideaofcowardice;andthosewhohaddoubtedhimperceivedthattheyhadmadeamistake,andthattherewassomethingtocome.Insilencetheyawaitedthedevelopment.

           Theyhadnotlongtowait.Thewholeaffairspeculationsandwhisperingsincludeddidnotoccupytwentysecondsoftime;andthendidtheactionproceed,orthespeechwhichwaslikelytousheritin.

           "IamanIrishman,"saidthemustanger,ashereturnedhishandkerchieftotheplacefromwhichhehadtakenit.

           Simpleastherejoindermayhaveappeared,andlongdelayedasithadbeen,therewasnoonepresentwhomistookitsmeaning.IfthehunterofwildhorseshadtweakedthenoseofCassiusCalhoun,itwouldnothaveaddedemphasistothatacceptanceofhischallenge.Itssimplicitybutproclaimedtheseriousdeterminationoftheacceptor.

           "You?"scornfullyretortedCalhoun,turninground,andstandingwithhisarmsakimbo."You?"hecontinued,withhiseyemeasuringthemustangerfromheadtofoot,"youanIrishman?GreatGod,sir,Ishouldneverhavethoughtso!IshouldhavetakenyouforaMexican,judgingbyyourrig,andtheelaboratestitchingofyourshirt"

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