ctive's anxiety. "It appears that
the fellow handles the rapier pretty well, eh?" he said easily.

"Cleggett----" began Barnstable. And then he paused and groaned and
mopped his brow. Presently he controlled his agitation and continued.
"Cleggett," he said, "the man is an expert swordsman. I have been on
his trail; I know his life for years past. He was once a maitre
d'armes. He gave lessons in the art."

"Yes?" said Cleggett, laughing and flexing his wrist. "I am glad to
hear that! It will be really interesting then."

"Cleggett," said Barnstable, "I beg of you--name pistols. This is the
man who invented that diabolical thrust with which Georges Clemenceau
laid low so many of his political opponents. If you must go on with
this mad duel, name pistols!"

"Barnstable," said Cleggett, "I know what I am about, believe me. Your
anxiety does me little honor, but I am willing to suppose that you are
not deliberately insulting, and I pass it over. I intend to kill this
man. It is a duty which I owe to society. And as for the
rapier--believe me, Barnstable, I am no novice. And my blood tingles
and my soul aches with the desire to expunge that man from life with my
own hand. Come, we have talked enough. There is a case of swords in
the cabin. Will you do me the favor to bring them on deck?"

Loge's irons were unlocked. He rose to his feet and stretched himself.
He removed his coat and waistcoat. Then he took off his shirt,
revealing the fact that he wore next his skin a long-sleeved undershirt
of red flannel.

Cleggett began to imitate him. But as the commander of the Jasper B.
began to pull his shirt over his head he heard a little scream.
Everyone turned in the direction from which it had emanated. They
beheld Miss Genevieve Pringle perched upon the top of the cabin,
whither she had mounted by means of a short ladder. This lady, perhaps
not quite aware of the possibly sanguinary character of the spectacle
she was about to witness, had, nevertheless, sensed the fact that a
spectacle was toward. Miss Pringle had with her a handsome lorgnette.

"Madam," said Cleggett, hastily pulling his shirt back on again and
approaching the cabin, "did you cry out?"

"Mr.--er--Cleggett," said Miss Pringle, pursing her lips, "if you will
kindly hold the ladder for me I think I will descend and retire at once
to the cabin."

"As you wish," said Cleggett politely, complying with her wish, but at
a loss to comprehend