292 AN EXTEMPORE DUEL. 



head, when all at once he felt something like red 

 hot pins running into his face from the discharge 

 of a gun in rather dangerous proximity to him, and 

 of which, until then, he had been in happy igno- 

 rance. This unlooked-for assault instantly roused 

 my friend's peppery disposition, and he hallooed 

 out, " Who fired that shot?" 



" I did," exclaimed a voice. 



"Where are you?" 



'' Here." 



" I can't see you, so hold up your hand." 



The moment the hand was raised my friend let 

 drive, and a proper uproar ensued. 



" What do you mean by firing at my hand in 

 that manner ?" cried out the other. 



" I have only returned the compliment ; you 

 sent your shot into my face, and I conclude I have 

 sent one or two of mine into your hand, just to see 

 how you liked them." 



