Chapter 27 THE DUEL

"The sun begins to gild the western sky,

And now it is about the very hour.

They will not fail,

Unless it be to come before their time;

So much they spur their expedition."

-Shakspeare.

"Now go thy way: faintness constraineth me

To measure out my length on this cold bed."

-Shakspeare.

"And me they bore.....

To one deep