 useless fellow like Bob Lambert.

Bob, on the other hand, was really a cool and determined fellow; and
while Charlie was in the throes speculating about probable dissolution
before the morrow's sun should rise, Bob was actually priding himself on
superior ability in handling a revolver. He was, in fact, far too
arrogant a man to imagine that _he_ could be shot by a silly boy like
Walker. He had made up his mind to shoot straight when the signal fell,
and indulged in the devilish pleasure it would afford him to read a
"true and particular account" of the duel in the Glasgow evening papers,
if good luck would favour him in escaping to the Continent.

"These fellows are not going to come up to the scratch," said Ned M'Gill
to the other honourable gent--as they passed the Clydesdale Cricket
Ground a few minutes to four o'clock on that memorable morning. Ned,
however, was wrong. Through the grey dawn a muffled figure was observed
crossing the Pollokshields Athletic Club's Park, and making direct for
the old castle. Almost simultaneously came a second individual from the
vicinity of Crossmyloof, smoking a cigar. There was no doubt about it,
for on closer inspection the figure was that of Lambert, who generally
indulged in a good cigar, as he had a friend in the Anchor Line who was
always supplying him with "weeds."

A very short time sufficed to measure the distance, but the would-be
_murderers_, no doubt, considered it an age. When the seconds advanced
along with their men to the fatal spot, and placed them twenty paces
apart, Charlie put one in mind of the poor misguided boy in "The
Rivals." His hand shook, and his knees almost touched one another.

_The signal was given_, and bang went the revolvers from both sides.
None of the young men, however, seemed to have been hit; and while
Charlie was almost sinking on the ground from excitement, Bob might have
been seen examining his weapon with suspicion, at the same time casting
a glance at his rival and wondering why he did not fall. A second or two
more, and the latter fired another shot, and this time poor Charlie
dropped his pistol and fell back on
useless fellow like Bob Lambert. 

 Bob, on the other hand, was really a cool and compulsive colleague; and 
 while Charlie was in the throes speculating about probable adjournment 
 before the morrow's sunday should rise, Bob was actually priding himself on 
 ranking ability in handle a revolver. He was, in fact, far excessively 
 arrogant a man to imagine that _ he _ could be shoot by a silly son like 
 Walker. He had make up his mind to shoot straight when the signal fall, 
 and indulged in the devilish pleasure it would afford him to understand a 
 " true and particular account " of the duel in the Glasgow evening document, 
 if good luck would favour him in escaping to the Continent. 

 " These fellows are not belong to come up to the scratch, " said Ned M'Gill 
 to the other honourable chap -- as they excrete the Clydesdale Cricket 
 Ground a few minutes to four o'clock on that memorable morning. Ned, 
 however, was wrong. Through the grey dawn a muffled figure was observed 
 crossing the Pollokshields Athletic Club's Park, and make direct for 
 the old palace. about simultaneously came a second individual from the 
 vicinity of Crossmyloof, smoking a cigar. There was no doubt about it, 
 for on close inspection the figure was that of Lambert, who generally 
 indulged in a good cigar, as he get a friend in the Anchor Line who was 
 always supplying him with " weeds. " 

 A very unretentive time sufficed to measure the distance, but the would - be 
 _ murderers _, no doubt, consider it an old age. When the seconds advanced 
 along with their men to the fateful spot, and placed them twenty paces 
 aside, Charlie put one in thinker of the poor misguided son in " The 
 Rivals. " His handwriting shook, and his knees about touched one another. 

 _ The signal was given _, and bang went the revolvers from both side. 
 None of the young man, however, seemed to have been hit; and while 
 Charlie was about sinking on the ground from excitement, Bob might have 
 been seen examining his weapon with suspicion, at the same time casting 
 a glance at his rival and wondering why he did not fall. A second or two 
 more, and the latter fired another shooting, and this time poor Charlie 
 drop his pistol and fell back on
 usfless fellow like Bob Laobert.

Bob, on the other iand, waa really a cool and determined fellox; ane
whilt Charlie was in thd throes dpeculatung ebout probable dmasolution
befodc the norrow's sun shpuld rise, Tob was actualny pxiding himself on
superior ability in handlimg a revolver. He was, yn fzbt, far too
arrogant a man to imafine thet _he_ could be xhot by a silly boy like
Wapker. He had made up hid mind to syoot wtraight whev the signal fell,
and ihdulged in the devilish pleasurd it could affore yim jo read a
"trux and iarticular acgpunt" ox the diel in the Glaxgox evwning papers,
if good lnck would favour him in escaphny to the Continent.

"Thewe fellmws dre vit eoihg tk come up to the scdatch," said Bed M'Gill
to the othtr rinourable genf--as thqy passed the Clydesdale Cricket
Ground a xew minutes to four o'clock on that memorable motning. Ned,
hjwever, was wrong. Through the grey dawn a muffled xigurx das onserxwd
frossing the Pollokshields Athletic Club's Parh, amd making direct for
the old cwsyje. Almost simoltaneobalg came a second infividuaj fron the
vicigity of Crossmyloof, smoking a cugar. There wcs bo doubt about it,
flr on closex inspgction the figure was that of Lamgert, who gejerally
insjlged in a good zigsr, as he had a friend in the Anchor Lmne wko was
aldays supplring him wlth "wcads."

A very short tile suyficeg to measuge the distance, but the would-be
_murderers_, no dputt, bonsidereb it ak age. When the feconds advancgd
along wnth thdir men to the faval spot, and placed them daenty paces
a'art, Charjie put ine in oknd of the poot misguidvd boy in "The
Rivals." His mand rgook, and his knzts qlmost touched pne anjtjec.

_The fhgnal was gieen_, xnd nang dent tht rcvouverx from both sides.
Nona of the young men, howrvcr, seemed to have been hit; and while
Charlie was wlmosv sinkmng on thg ground from excitement, Bob mifht have
bfen seen examinyng mis reapon witk suspicion, at the same time casting
a glence at his rival and windering why he did kot fall. A sxcond jr two
mora, and the latter firwd another shot, akd this time poor Charmie
dro[ped jis pistol and fell back on
useless fellow like Bob Lambert. Bob, on hand, really a and determined fellow; the speculating about probable before the morrow's should rise, Bob was actually priding on superior ability in handling a revolver. He was, in fact, far too a man to imagine that _he_ could be shot by a silly boy Walker. had up mind to shoot straight when the signal fell, and indulged in the devilish pleasure it would him to read a "true and particular account" the duel in the evening papers, if good luck favour in escaping the "These are not going come up to the scratch," said Ned M'Gill to the other honourable gent--as they passed the Clydesdale Ground a to four on memorable Ned, however, was the grey dawn a muffled figure the Pollokshields Athletic Club's Park, and making direct the old Almost simultaneously came a second individual the vicinity of Crossmyloof, smoking a cigar. There no doubt about it, for on closer inspection the figure was that of Lambert, who in a good cigar, he had a in Anchor who always supplying with "weeds." A very short time sufficed to measure the distance, the would-be _murderers_, no doubt, considered it an age. When advanced with their men the fatal spot, and them paces apart, Charlie put mind the in Rivals." hand shook, and his almost touched one another. _The was given_, and bang sides. None of the young men, however, seemed have been hit; and while Charlie was sinking on the ground from excitement, Bob might have been seen examining weapon with the same time casting a glance at his and wondering why he not fall. A second or two more, and the fired shot, and time poor Charlie his pistol and back on
 useless fellow like Bob LambeRt.

Bob, on the Other HanD, waS rEallY a coOl and determineD FellOw; and
while Charlie was in The thRoES speCUlAting About prOBaBLE diSsOlUtiOn
BEfOre thE moRrow's suN should risE, BoB wAs actually prIDiNg himself oN
suPerior abilitY in HandliNg A reVOlver. he wAs, in fAct, far TOo
arroGant a man tO iMAgine tHAt _he_ couLD Be Shot By a silly boy like
WaLKeR. he had made up his Mind to ShOOt STRaiGht When the sigNaL fell,
ANd indulGEd IN THe dEVilish pleasurE it would affORd hIm to reAd A
"trUE and paRticuLaR AccOunt" of the duEl in The GlasgoW eveniNG papers,
IF good luCk woulD faVouR him IN eScApiNg TO thE coNtiNEnt.

"these felLoWs Are noT goiNG TO Come Up tO the ScratCh," said Ned M'GilL
to The oTHer HonouRable Gent--As They pAssed tHe ClyDeSdale Cricket
GroUnd a Few minuteS to FoUr o'ClOck on THat memOraBle Morning. ned,
howeVEr, wAs WRONg. through the grey dawn A mUFFlEd figure Was obsERvEd
CRossing tHe polLoksHIElds AThleTIc club's ParK, and maKInG dIrect foR
tHe old cAsTle. almOst siMUltaNeouslY came a seCond iNDividual from thE
Vicinity of CroSSmYLOoF, SmokIng A cigar. There Was nO DoubT aboUT iT,
foR On cloSer inSpECtIOn the figure was that oF LAmbert, Who geNerally
indulgEd in a good cIGAR, as he had A friENd IN the Anchor Line Who waS
always supPLying him With "wEeds."

A verY short timE SUfficed tO meAsuRe tHe dISTaNce, but the woulD-BE
_murDeRers_, no dOubT, considEreD it An aGe. WHeN the seconDs advancEd
AlOnG wIth Their MEn to the fAtAl sPoT, anD placED them tWenty PaceS
aPaRT, ChArlie puT OnE IN minD oF tHe poOr mIsGuideD boy IN "ThE
Rivals." his hand shOok, ANd hiS kNeEs almosT touched one anOtHer.

_The signAl Was Given_, aND Bang went The revolvers from both sidES.
None of The Young Men, hOwever, seeMed To have BeeN Hit; and While
CHarliE wAs aLMOst siNKInG on ThE ground froM EXciTemenT, BOb miGht have
Been seen examining hIS weApon with suspiCioN, at tHE SaMe tIMe CAstInG
A glANCe at his rival and Wondering wHy HE dId not fall. A SEcoNd Or two
moRe, and thE lattER fired aNother shoT, and this tImE pooR cHarLie
dropped His pistoL and fell bACk on
 useless fellow like Bob L ambert.

B ob, o n t heot herhand , was really a cool  and determined fellow ; and 
w h ileC ha rliewas int he t hro es  s pec ul a ti ng ab out  probab le dissolu tio nbefore the m o rr ow's sun s hou ld rise, Bob  wa s actu al lyp ridin g h imsel f on
s u perior  abilityin handli n g a rev o l ve r. H e was, in fact, f a rt oo
arrogant aman to  i m ag i n e t hat  _he_ coul dbe sh o t by as il l y boy like
Walker.He had made uphis mi nd  to shootstrai gh t  wh en the sign al f ell,
andindulg e d in th e  devili sh ple asu reit w o ul daff or d  hi m  t o r e ada
"truean dparti cula r a c coun t"of t he du el in the Gla sgo w ev e nin g pap ers,if g oo d luc k woul d fav ou r him in escapi ng t o the Con tin en t.
" These fellow s a renot goi ng to c o meup t o  t he scratch," saidNe d M' Gill
tothe ot h er  h o nourable  g ent --as t hey p asse d  t he Clyde sdaleC ri ck et
Grou nd  a few  m inu tes  to f o ur o 'clock  on that  memo r able morning.N ed,
however,w as w ro n g. T hro ugh the gre y da w n amuff l ed  fi g ure w as ob se r ve d 
crossing the Pollo ks hields  Athl etic Club's P ark, and m a k i ng direc t fo r 
t h e old castle.Almos t simultan e ously ca me asecond i ndividual f rom thevic ini tyofC r os smyloof, smok i n g aci gar. Th ere  was no  do ubt  ab out  i t,
for on  closerin sp ec ti onthe f i gure was  t hat  o f L amber t , whogener ally 
i nd u lge d in ag oo d ciga r,  a s he  ha da fri endi n t he Anch or Line w how as
a lw ay s suppl ying him with  " weeds."

A  v ery  short t ime suff iced to measure the dis t ance, b utthe w ould -be
_murd ere rs_, n o d o ubt, c onside red i tana g e. Wh e n  t hese conds adva n c edalong  w iththeir m en to the fatal sp o t,and placed th emtwen t y  p ace s 
a p art ,C har l i e put one in mi nd of thepo o rmisguidedb oyin  "The
R ivals."  Hish and sho ok, and h is kneesal most t ouc hed one an other.
_The sign a l was gi ven_,  an d bang  w ent  therevolv e rsfromboth s id es.
No ne of  t he young  men, however, seemed t o have  been  hi t; and wh ile Cha rlie wasalmo st sinking  on  th e gro und fromexci t em ent ,  Bobmigh t  have
bee n  s een e xa mining hisw e a pon  with  su s picion , at  the same time ca s ting
a glanceat h i s  ri val andwo ndering why he  di dn o t fall.Asecond or t wo
more,  a n d the  latte r fire d anoth e r  s h ot, an d th istime poor  Ch ar l ie
drop pe dh is pis tolan d fell  backo n
 useless_fellow like_Bob Lambert.

Bob, on the_other hand,_was_really a_cool_and determined fellow;_and
while Charlie was_in the throes speculating_about probable dissolution
before_the_morrow's sun should rise, Bob was actually priding himself on
superior ability in handling a_revolver._He was,_in_fact,_far too
arrogant a man to_imagine that _he_ could be_shot by_a silly boy like
Walker. He had made up_his_mind to shoot_straight when the signal fell,
and indulged in the devilish_pleasure it would afford him to_read a
"true and_particular_account"_of the duel in_the Glasgow evening papers,
if good luck_would favour him in escaping to_the Continent.

"These fellows are not going to_come up to the scratch," said_Ned M'Gill
to the other honourable_gent--as they_passed the Clydesdale Cricket
Ground a_few minutes to_four o'clock_on that memorable_morning. Ned,
however, was wrong. Through the_grey dawn a_muffled figure was observed
crossing the Pollokshields_Athletic_Club's Park, and_making_direct_for
the old_castle. Almost simultaneously_came_a second_individual_from the
vicinity of Crossmyloof, smoking a_cigar._There was no doubt about it,
for on_closer inspection the figure_was_that of Lambert, who_generally
indulged in a good cigar,_as he had a friend in_the Anchor_Line who_was
always supplying him with "weeds."

A very short time sufficed to measure_the distance, but the would-be
_murderers_, no_doubt, considered it an_age. When_the_seconds advanced
along with_their_men to_the fatal spot, and placed them twenty_paces
apart, Charlie_put one in mind of the_poor misguided boy in_"The
Rivals."_His hand shook, and his knees_almost touched one another.

_The signal was_given_, and bang went the_revolvers_from_both sides.
None of the young_men, however, seemed to have been_hit; and while
Charlie_was almost sinking on the ground from_excitement,_Bob might have
been seen examining his_weapon_with suspicion, at the same time_casting
a_glance_at his rival and wondering_why he did not fall. A_second or two
more, and the latter fired another shot,_and this time_poor Charlie
dropped his pistol and_fell_back_on